Cold rain hits the rusted rail
The ink on the page is pale
I stand where the rafters bend
Waiting for the road to end
Underneath the peeling paint white
Holding on to one last light
Paper soaked in midnight dew
Everything I kept for you
Grey steam curls around the glass
Watching every shadow pass
Old wood creaks beneath my shoe
The evening turns a deeper blue
Underneath the peeling paint white
Holding on to one last light
Paper soaked in midnight dew
Everything I kept for you
Benches worn by years of wait
Heavy as a garden gate
Words bleed through the folded crease
Asking for a moment's peace
Underneath the peeling paint white
Holding on to one last light
Paper soaked in midnight dew
Everything I kept for you
Sooty wind and winter air Empty stations everywhere
I fold the letter in my hand
Sinking in the river sand
Underneath the peeling paint white
Holding on to one last light
Paper soaked in midnight dew
Everything I kept for you
The train is gone
The light is low
Just let it go
Just let it go