My heart is a night station
The trains took all life away to unknown destinies
The bag lady warming up in a phone box
A pulsing light, creating some sense
It's cold, it's too cold without you

I think of your smile
You got a light, Charlie?
What time is it?
Four thirty
The train comes in at six
Spits out a thousand who got a job in the city
Rushing behind life, frame for frame