On a train with no destination
Hopped aboard without hesitation
Pretty sure good time I'm making
On my way to nowhere lately

Out the window passes by life's condition
The conductor speaks but I'm not listening
While with pad and pen I am listing
The parts of life that I am missing

The windows reflection shows me what I'm not
The empty seat next to me is all that I've got
Realization that I'm a sorry sod
My reflection gives me back a nod

As the train pulls into the station
I was right with the time I am making
Into an emptiness no way of naming
I step onto the platform without hesitation

To wait for the next train...