i m sitting on a southbound train staring at the sky i m thinking of my childhood and i m trying not to cry while a stranger sleeps against me and it feels like i m his wife the towns and cities flutter past like the pages of my life my heart is on the baggage rack it s heavy as can be i wish that i could find someone who would carry it for me just to pay it some attention and to handle it with care because it has been dropped and is in need of some repair some things i know some things i guess some things i wish i could learn to express like the way that i feel as i stare at the sky and i remember your voice and the sound of goodbye 0r maybe it s the autumn chill maybe it s the rain maybe i should wake the stranger and ask him his name but my eyes they would betray me and my words could not defend no i must learn to wait my turn before i love again some things i know some things i guess some things i wish that i could learn to express like the way that i feel as i stare at the sky and i remember your voice and the sound of goodbye