I get up in the morning...
with a sun that's shining
like turning on a light
in the quiet night
even tho it can turn off

I look out my patio, far away
I hear a train passing by today
I guess, not being at the station,
maybe that's why it stays in motion
Is this water in my eye
are there reason's why
that I'm waiting

Or what of that greyhound bus
why cannot it not be us
As it pulls away...
coming here or come what may
Is that me in the window
or is that you in the seventh row
I can't really tell

What about that taxi over there
Did I call it, to take me where
Does it see my hand
waving it over here, where I am
will it take me away, today
or will it take me your way
 

by Gary Hodges
 

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