its another cold night and she's climbing in my window

tears upon her cheeks and dirt all through her hair

i ask her "were you at the tracks again?", she says no

but she's lying because i know she was there

i used to be able to see her soul through her eyes

but the sparkling blues have lost their bright

she stares back, empty, into mine

and i know that she went to the tracks again tonight

she waits for the last second to jump off the rails

praying to god that someday she won't be afraid to stay

she finds peace in knowing someday she'll wait for the train

and maybe next time she won't move out of its way

she cries as she holds me, in the distance a train goes by

she says i'm her only friend, she can't do it without me

so tomorrow i'll be there when she waits for her train

and i'll be there to give her the extra push she needs