seven o'clock in the morning I'm riding the overnight train I got ten tons of luggage but I left it behind when I came I look at my watch it says september seventeen we're riding through some place where I've never been and I'm waving through the window as we go somebody says what are you waving at? but what do I have to lose? - somebody might wave back
seven o'clock in the morning I'm carrying bags under my eyes been awake all night counting the hours to sunrise drawing patterns on a table top I lift my gaze my mouth just drops there's someone waving in the window at me and I say Hey there what you wavin'at? when he says well what do I have to lose? - somebody might wave back