I think back through our conversations

Trying to figure out how we left on the same train

But ended up at two different stations

And I wonder how someone so smart could have thought

It was a good idea to get off

Before the train slowed down, before it even started to stop

I sit around, tracks of tears lead down my cheeks

And I’ve sat in silence so long I can’t recall if I know how to speak

But while I sit, my face stained sad

I think back through the nonversations that we had

And it’s suddenly clear to see

How even though we started in the same way

We ended up in two very different places

You are you and I am me

And let’s face it, we were never meant to be

Because we’re not the passengers, we’re the trains

And we’re stuck on tracks that never cross and never meet

We may have stopped at the same station

But we never, for a moment, had the same destination