It's late, and we're the only two bodies in the station; fighting to stay awake.
You've rustled with your keys and gone through all your things; letting time pass by.
I wonder if somebody loves you; if that's what's on your mind.
Are you fighting to do anything to keep your eyes off mine?
Cause we're just passing each other
On two separate tracks
We've got two separate homes
And I'll probably never know who you are.
I'm sorry that I am bad with words, with people that I just meet.
I've never talked so long with anyone, while keeping my eyes gazed down
Cause you say such sweet things,
As they wander off your tongue
As if they were looking around
For someone, who?
Cause we're just passing each other
On two separate tracks
We've got two separate homes
And I'll probably never know who you are.