Central Station

Early morning, Central Station

Tears in coffee, things unspoken

Dry your eyes on a mended dress

Stockings crossed, they do not match

I'm bound back home, my father died

I won't be back for quite some time

On the ceiling of Central Station

Not for wishing, those constellations

Tired stone, forgotten glass

Weary wood, and faded brass

I'm bound back home and you can't go

When I'll be back, I don't know