seven o'clock in the morning
I'm riding the overnight train
but I left it behind when I came
I got ten tons of luggage
I look at my watch
we're riding through some place
and I'm waving through the window
it says september seventeen
where I've never been
somebody says
as we go
what are you waving at?
but what do I have to lose? I'm carrying bags under my eyes
seven o'clock in the morning
been awake all night
counting the hours to sunrise
drawing patterns on a table top
I lift my gaze
in the window at me
there's someone waving
my mouth just drops
and I say Hey there
what you wavin'at?
when he says
well what do I have to lose?
- somebody might wave back.
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