Well, it appears he is not coming,
Even a smile can't hide the hurt,
People are staring, and  I feel so silly,
In my "Looking for Trouble?" shirt.

The Arrival's Lounge is empty,
Which caused another pang in my chest,
I really believed that he was different.
But he is just like all the rest.

And I really needed to be alone,
So I found the nearest hiding place,
And in a stall in the ladies bathroom,
Silent tears rolled down my face.

And after a time my eyes went dry,
Though the pain remained inside,
How could the sun be shining bright,
When all my dreams had died?

And as if, in a fog, I ambled outside,
Feet moving without even a care,
For some reason towards a shade tree,
Which had somebody resting there.

And I stopped to sit for just a while,
On the opposite side of that tree,
Wishing the one I'd been waiting on,
Was sitting right next to me.