As my train pulls off I look back
after tear falling falling from her eyes
I came for both goodbyes
Something in her last expression
seems to be asking why I go
Funny, even I don't know

I don't know where I'm going to
or what I'll find
Could it be I'm looking for
the girl I left behind

Now I long to reach my hand out
and wipe the wet tears from her cheek
Touch those lips too slim to speak
But I know we're up to directions
to each and every railroadtrack
Does she that I'll come back?

Does she that I'll come back?