Seven o'clock in the morning and I'm riding the overnight train I've got ten tons of luggage but I left it behind when I came I look at my watch it says September seventeen and we're riding through someplace where I've never been and I'm waving through the window as we go Somebody says what are you waving at ? But what do I have to lose... somebody might wave back Seven o'clock in the morning and I'm carrying bags under my eyes I've been awake all night counting the hours to sunrise Drawing patterns on a table top, I lift my gaze and my mouth just drops There's someone waving in the window at me ! And I say Hey there what are you waving at ? When he says What do I have to lose... somebody might wave back