I sit and wait for the train Counting cars but they don't last Oh they don't Red lights flashing i I feel i'm passing on Any day i would trade Precious metals for oxygen but Oh they don't last Feeling peculiar like something awful has passed And in the nights i've learned to fold All these aching suspicions back Well at last For now i hold the cue cards i recite all the right words And then the moment will come when i Meet the love of my life From this shore it sounds easy, well I guess i'll count empty cars