Seven O`clock in the morning and I`m riding the overnight train
I`ve got ten tonnes of luggage but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch, says September seventeen
we`re riding past some place where I`ve never been
And I`m waving through the window as we go
somebody says "Well, hey, what are you waving at?"
Well what have I got to lose
somebody might wave back
Seven O`clock in the morning and I`m carrying bags under my eyes
been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(Drawing patterns/Beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
and I say "Hey there, what are you waving at?"
When he says "What do I have to lose,
somebody might wave back"
What do I have to lose,
somebody might wave back