A quarter to four The train is leaving The hall inside falls silent again And the man's left behind Alone again Another day that she's just walked by Oh how he hopes that maybe one day She won't buy the paper But ask for his name And he's lost in her voice, lost in his vision She's echoing inside of the man in his dream Without bleeding he can't see Without bleeding he can't know And in his mind And in his perception Fragile smile in her face Is coming down Will lead him away A constant commotion A daydream away Inside his dreams Her gentle smile Of kindness Warmth And deep sympathy Poor Allan so hurt So lonely that he Suspect he could never Love anymore.