Waiting for a Train

On a bench down at the station
An old man is waiting alone
It's like nobody sees him
Everyone busy checking their phones
Waiting for a train
With a destination unknown
You can see that he is tired
The light in his eyes has gone

That old station clock has stopped
(He says) I'm just sitting here
With nothing on my mind
I bought a bottle of the cheapest wine
Drinking' just to pass the time
It cost me my last dime
Waiting for a train
With a destination unknown
Waiting for a train
A train to take him home

To a place where my soul can rest
Ease this burdon on my chest
Ain't done much living, but I've done my best
Can you spare me a cigarette?
'Til I hear the sweet engin sound
Of the train that will take me down...

Gave him my last cigarette
He said thanks with a sunken head
As I walked on
In the crowd I could still hear him
Mumbling out to no one, humming a song
He's waiting for the train
With a destination unknown
Waiting for the train
The train to take him home

To the place where his soul can rest
Lift that burdon of his chest
Aint done much living, but he did his best
Can you spare him a cigarette?
'Til he hears the sweet engin sound
Of the train that will take him down...