Because The Empty Station
Because the empty station only longs to know the day,
by Patti Masterman
The sleeping hours wait smoothly, as their anguish drifts away;
Leaves me somewhere so far gone; though who's the one to say
The day is lost, I don't belong; forgotten now, the way.
Your cigarette smoke homes in, on my lonely choking heart,
Gone the distance, in a moment, even though we are apart,
And the second leaving; dying, leaves me thoroughly emptied out-
Because I'm the empty station, has filled itself with doubt.