Sitting in an all too public place
Smoking a cigarette and thinking.
If words were railroad ties
I would have plenty to say.
If wishes were trains
They would be but a minute away.
If hope were a direction
I would be on my way.
I'm just watching the people
Travel here and there;
Wondering where they're bound.
The train whistle blows
But I can't hear a sound;
Except your voice
Echoing all around.
Plans may change,
But people rarely do.
I put all
My faith in you.
You've let me down...
Now what do I do?
Sitting in an all too public place
Smoking my last cigarette and thinking.
If words were railroad ties
I'd have plenty to say.
If wishes were trains
They'd be just a minute away.
If hope were a direction
I'd be on my way.
If hope were a direction
I'd be on my way.
If I still had hope,
I'd be ok.
~Amber Montgomery
