seven o'clock in the morning  I'm riding the overnight train  I got ten tons of luggage  but I left it behind when I came  I look at my watch  it says september seventeen  we're riding through some place  where I've never been  and I'm waving through the window  as we go  somebody says  what are you waving at?  but what do I have to lose?  - somebody might wave back  seven o'clock in the morning  I'm carrying bags under my eyes  been awake all night  counting the hours to sunrise  drawing patterns on a table top  I lift my gaze  my mouth just drops  there's someone waving  in the window at me  and I say Hey there  what you wavin'at?  when he says  well what do I have to lose?  - somebody might wave back