Yet another lonely day   awake.   When I’m with you   I am dreaming.   I want sleep to come to me   once in a while.   But your bed is all you see   and I’m tired.      So I’ll take the night train home   to where I belong.   Though it leads away from you   I know something’s wrong.   So I take the night train home,   but I’ll leave some room so   you can take the night train too.   I’ll be waiting alone.      Seven nights a week   I want you,   but all you want   are your toys.   Loving me is not   convenient, no,   but it’s worth the time   or so I’m told.      …I’ll be waiting for you.