In a white room with black curtains in the station    blackroof country no go pavements  tired starlings    silver horses  burnt out moonbeams in your dark eyes    done like smile on your evening by contentments!    I'll wait in this place    where the sun never shines!  Waiting this place    where the shadows run from themselves!    You said: "No strings could secure you at the station!"  Platform tickets  restless diesels  good bye windows!  I walked into such a sad time at the station.  I saw walked out  an' my old knee just beginning!    I wait in the gneue when the trains come back    I wait of you when the shadows run from themselves!    At the party she was kindness in the heartthrong.  Consolation in the old room now forgotten.  Yellow tigers frostm' jungles in the dark eyes.  Keep just pressing  goodbye windows tired starling.    I sleep in this place with the lonely crowd.  Lay in the dark where the shadows run  from themsleves.