It was the last train of the evening
The sun was setting low
As we pulled out of the station
I glanced up to see its glow
In the window a reflection
Of a face I used to know
In an old life, in a young life
We both lived so long ago
She could dance from dusk till dawning
She could twist and shout with joy
And I was hers forever, her first and only boy.
But in that old life, in that young life
I was far too smart to know
That the one regret I'd harbour yet
Was that I let her go
She was reading as I watched her
Till she turned another page
From the lines upon her face now
You could never tell her age
But I knew I looked so different
Time just hadn't been that kind
On my face were etched the failures
Of the life I'd left behind
As we slowed she closed her novel
Stood to take her suitcase down
Turned and paused and stared at me
Then shadowed by a frown
Shook her head, took her case,
Moved towards the door,
Another time, another place,
But leaving me once more
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This New Haven duo write bright and emotionally resonant folk music where sweeping strings elevate gorgeous melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2021