the railroad down by the railroad track, i wait for a friend, inside the old shelter, most days where i spend. i stare at the shelter wall, nothing could be better, there are no words printed there, only just some letters. i don't mind the bustle, i don't mind the buzz, i just want you to visit and maybe stay, because i fear that our hands are collecting dust. well look at the time now, it has flown away, maybe he will come along, another day? down by the railroad track, i wait for a friend, inside the old shelter, every day where i spend. i can hear the trundle of the train go by, i can hear the steam, i can hear the murmer of the sea of people music to my ears it seems. i remember when i drowned in my own tears, i remember your voice as clear, i just hope you won't move away again, i just wish you were already here. well look at the time now, it has run away, maybe he will come along again another day? down by the railroad track, i wait for a friend, inside the old shelter, every single second i spend. my patience is an everlasting thread, i tug it through thick and thin, however sometimes i get this strange feeling, that the other side is going to win. but i still have my hope, and i still have my pride, there is one light that still has not dimmed out, like all the others have tried. well look at the time now, it has crawled away, maybe he will come along once more another day? this time i wrote a letter for you, but now think "this is for who?" an entire month has gone with pace, and i haven't been able to see your face. i'd thought you'd come by train, that's why i sat here for you, see? i even saved you a spot, for all that time it took. now i don't think it matters, now i don't even blink, i betted on my last minute of my time... now i don't know what to think. down by the railroad track, i waited for a friend.