Do you see my words, can you see my pain
Can it be like getting on a midnight train
Leaving something in great vain traveling on the plain through the distant rain
I sit and look out the window pane just to see
What it was that I left in vain
Could it be that I was wrong again
Maybe just in a hurry to blame
In the hopes to leave with no shame
Or is it to strain my brain just to get on that midnight train.
Sorry, I should have thanked you for that, being new and all entitles me to be a bit questionable at times, so here is my get-out-of-jail card and thank you for the fav.