waiting on a Sunday afternoon  for what I read between the lines,   your lies.  feelin' like a hand in rusted shame  so do you laugh or does it cry?  reply?    leavin' on a southern train  only yesterday you lied,  promises of what I seemed to be  only watched the time go by,  all of these things you said to me.    breathing is the hardest thing  to do. with all I've said and  all that's dead for you,  you lied - good bye    leavin' on a southern train  only yesterday you lied  promises of what I seemed to be  only watched the time go by,  all of these things I said to you.