I look for love here
the only place I know to look where
love doesn't exist here
Never existed
but here is where I looked for it when I was so young
and it's the only place to look: the love place
in a man who has better things to do, more important people to see
the love place a little girl looked at for her whole childhood
now in a man who can't deal with her, doesn't want her

It's like waiting at an abandoned train station
where no trains come or go,
and you can hear them at the new station
but you come here
because that's where you've always come
and that's where you grew up
always looking down the track
hoping the train would come in and you'd have that endorphin
rush and every so often it would and for a day or so a train ride
and then back to the empty station, waiting
feeling sad, because you want to ride again

The power, willingness, energy of another train
on a different track you see it
and people get on and off and go on their way
but I stay put, trying to love him who can't love me

Sometimes in my life, I drew a deep breath, and hoped against hope
and closed my eyes, and let go of my fear
and I joined the people at the train station
where trains actually still come and go

But it's always been a round trip ticket
and back I come, and wander off again
to the empty, falling apart, spooky, windswept station
where there is no life, no love
but it feels like home
and it is dead