Nits - The train

Once on a cold grey morning I was walking home alone the traffic light in the falling rain the unanswered phone I was so sad and lonely on a lonesome avenue so sad and lonely what could I do once I opened a drawer in a room of a strange hotel I saw a photograph of you you looked so sad and lonely on a lonesome avenue so sad and lonely what could I do once in a railway station in the city where I live the windows were like mirrors in this train 'hey, what you're doing with your life'