I was on a train   Somewhere in Spain   Sometime in the night   I drew up my knees   In second class   And watched in the blue light       Strangers beside me   Strangers across from me   They've closed their eyes   So far away from home   The empty stations echo   As we go dreaming by       I miss you like crazy   I wish that you were here   Holding me       So many times   I see something   I want to show you   Like the crazy man   Crying on his violin   I game him two drachmas for you       And every city square   Pigeons everywhere   Fountains and painters   I sit upon the step   My chin upon my knees   I watch lovers go by       I miss you like crazy   I wish that you were here   Holding me   Because you give me peace   You give me hope   I love you       Of course--there are other men       Sharing in the sways and bends   Of Paris and Rome   And though I do not know   Exactly what the difference is   I never asked them home       It made me realize   How beautiful and strange   Is the bird of love   It flies so differently   Cries so differently   From the bird of whatever the other