Our trains pulled into the station
Hers and mine going in different directions
She looked out from her window seat
Our glances met, did she wink is what I thought
I stared at her a little bit, she noticed
Did she stare back, who knows, she seemed to
Love at first sight? Who knows, the trains pulled away
Did we have a choice? She boarding my train,
Or I boarding hers, who knows, someone said
We will always be on the train we are meant to be.
