Paroles de Tickets

Yours' is over, and I'm not the one who caught the bouquet I am nowhere, but some might say that this is somewhere Showed up by coincidence, left no trace, no evidence at all Denial is my preference It's better if my conscience doesn't know Run away, and stay away for quite some time You'll find me walking on the other side I have a completely different ticket to ride I'm skin and bone, waiting on a train I travel alone Will we fall in love again? Time will show No one knows I'm thinking about the day, when I'll se you in a subway hall Will you recognize me, and will you remember anything at all And I know it's gonna rain that day I pray for stormy weather So I can see you waring my favourite sweater And there's a seat right next to me, and it's still not taken So, come on in, let's talk about it, and start over again.