I  was waiting at the PHILADELPHIA train station for her with
Great expectations but when the doors opened and the conductor
Stepped down with his best smile my dream wasn't on
She had passed up the chance to paint the colors of our romance
Guess this is the farewell season,for the train is traveling down my
Personal track of tears clouds of nothing forming overhead
Now passing blues river, it will be stopping at sadness falls
When I lost that girl gone was the greatest dream of all