歌词
She thinks that I'm staring, out the window of this train
When in fact, I'm looking at, her reflection
Just that blurry image helps to ease my constant pain
But I'm too shy to look, in her direction
He thinks that I'm reading, this old sleepy, dusty book
But every chance, I steal a glance, in his direction
Every opportunity I grab another look
And I hope I will pass, his inspection
As we approach a curve, I wish I had the nerve
To strike up, our first conversation
The sunlight is growing dim, and I still peek at him
But I'm afraid the next stop is his station
And then I got off the train, and I never saw her again
But I still think about that girl on the train
And then he got off the train, and I never saw him again
But I still think about that guy on the train
And I wonder
If she Ever
Thinks
About me
Written by: Steven Arthur Ferguson
