Feeling cold and lonely in the snow
Waiting on a train to Bangor,
He's thinking things I'll never know
On the way to Bangor.
Winter sun will not reveal
To melt away his pain,
All these things that he feels
He can not explain.
Leaves are falling off the trees,
Tears are falling off his face,
The train glides past these white seas
On the way to a dying place.
We walk through wind and snow and wet;
We walk hand in hand.
I ask him if he loves me yet
But he doesn't understand.
He says "It's best to hurt the ones you love,
Render blind the ones who see",
But Adam, when you slit that knife in
Love like blood comes pouring out of me.
Bangor skies are gray and brown,
Bangor air is shrill and cold
And as we walk through Bangor town
You start to look so frail and old.
But when you hold me very close
To the hollow in your chest,
You'll remember how you loved me most
And how you loved me best.
Bangor town, the end of the line,
When a million more trains pass through,
I'll always, always think of the time
When all I needed was you.