A lady stands before an open window, staring so far away.
She can almost feel the southern wind 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,
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, it's just as well
This is my opening farewell
A child's drawing left there on the table