I missed my train, To wait for you. When you came, As you always do You took the next one, Leaving me at the station. So I ran and ran, Heart in hand, Teary-eyed, Face in sand, Telling myself you must not have noticed me standing there for you. But I know, That as you brushed me by You waited for me to meet your eyes So you could see me Try to conceal my surprise As I watched you walk away, again. I heard someone say That the one in love wins No matter if he loses For loving is a winner’s sin But I am no winner For no matter the trains I have to miss I lose myself to take your side Denial is a river And I'm swept And I’m lost And I drown in your tide.
I'm afraid I'll only learn When all the trains I could have taken Leave me At this empty station. When all the times I could have run I ran to the bullet Instead of away from the gun.
The one in love so rarely wins The truth is Loving is but a loser’s sin.