The lady stands before an open window
Staring so far away
She can almost feel the southern winds blow
Almost touching her restless day
She turns from her window to me
Sad smile, her apology
Sad eyes reaching to the door
Daylight loses to another evening
And still she spares me the word goodbye
And sits along beside me, fighting her feelings
Struggles to speak, but in the end, can only cry
Suddenly, it's so hard to find
The sound of the words to speak her troubled mind
So I'm offering these to her as if to be kind:
There's a train every day
Leaving either way
There's a world, you know
There's a way to go
And you'll soon be gone, that's just as well
This is my opening farewell
A child's drawing is left there on the table
And a woman's silk is lying on the floor
I will keep them here if I were able
And lock her safe behind this open door
But suddenly, it's so clear to me
That I'd ask her to see what she may never see
And now my kind words find their way back to me:
There's a train every day
Leaving either way
There's a world, you know
I've got a ways to go
And I'll soon believe, it's just as well
This is my opening farewell