Waiting for the Train

He's there standing on the yellow line And the train's coming His whole life flows like a Hollywood movie So he starts crying So many reasons to leave soon and very few To stay There have been highs and lows But now it's only darkness He's calling someone on the cellphone He looks worried and troubled His face gets whiter than snow and now the train Comes closer So many things he'd like to say to his friends But his voice is broken Pain and confusion, sadness and delusion Are winning He's waiting for the train He's waiting for the train One step beyond the yellow line He's walking on a tightrope His eyes stare into emptiness He can't even hear me shouting A policeman tries to catch him Stretching his arms as much as he can Too late to get back, too late for anything For anything He's waiting for the train He's waiting for the train