Banshee

I took a train and a midnight bus and
A lady leans on a broken crutch
The air is smoky and the window's cold and
I close my eyes
And I dream you're close
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch
The empty seats are rattling bones and
Lights flew by on their journey home
The road of time holds a rearview mirror
I can see now it won't be long
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch
I took a train and a midnight bus and
A lady leans on her broken crutch
The air is smoky and the window's cold and
I close my eyes
And I dream your close
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on it
Waiting on your touch