From the recording The Acoustic Selection
I'm on the train with my head in my hands,
The sky is dark and shows my feelings.
I saw a little bird die on the tracks just now,
It sat on the rails and quietly watched the train roll over it,
It waited sadly for its doom - as I wait for you.
I'm at the airport with my head in my hands,
The empty gate shows how I'm feeling.
A little boy sobs out as people stare,
He left his teddy bear five thousand miles away,
He knows he's lost it now for good - as I know I've lost you.