In Between Station

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Waiting for a train to arrive on a cold winter night.

Should've brought more supplies, might be here for a while.

And I'm hiding away from life, came to me in my dream last night.

And now I'm waiting, at in-between station.

Still waiting for the train to arrive, sun tells me it's

July.

Everybody's asking, am I okay?

They think I'm crazy anyway, and that I'm starting to like this place. But

I am stuck here, at in-between station.

Some days I feel I'm doing fine, sometimes I'm sure I'm wasting time.

Now and then I scare myself blind when I picture me at eighty-five.

Gray hair, watching time go by.

Tell me, who would wanna spend their life always waiting for that train to arrive at in-between station?

Every whisper sounds like a storm is raging, when it's peace and quiet

I'm craving.

I feel I'm losing my patience, trying to get out of in-between station.