and i wonder –
how many platforms
you could stand on
even, what if you are late
and the train has already gone

you have made dreams
out of lemonade bottles
and milk bottle tops
but on the opening night –
i felt like a flop

it is true –
the horse and carriage
has moved on
but if you come here
we can start to run

did you look at me –
when you held me tight
did you set anything free –
or think, i am not very bright

i thought about the life
that hope would become a song
and for a while,
the burden of you was gone

who knows what was won
and who will lose