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Subject: Girl on A Train / Rialto Author: Austin3:16 [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 03:04:13 10/27/01 Sat Girl On a Train It was late when she got on the train Found a space between the coffee stains Struggling to lift her suitcase Pushing back the hair from her face Here in my seat I feel a rush beneath my feet She's just a girl on a train I'll probably never see her again The girl on the train Never even asked her her name The girl on the train Wonder if she's feeling the same She looks listlessly at magazines Past the horoscopes and beauty creams Through the suburbs and the scrubland I wonder whether she understands This world is drab You've got to take what you can grab She's just a girl on a train I'll probably never see her again The girl on the train Never even asked her her name The girl on the train Wonder if she's feeling the same Through the suburbs and the scrubland I wonder whether she understands This world is drab You've got to take what you can grab She's just a girl on a train I'll probably never see her again The girl on the train Never even asked her her name The girl on the train Wonder if she's feeling the same [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]