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 you're close Waiting on it Waiting on it Waiting on it Waiting on your touch