They took the timetable away
The last train left a year ago
The platform grew a seam of grass
We watched the buses come and go
My sister found the hall for rent
We brought a drum kit through the doors
Station without trains
We are more than what remains
If the old line ends right here
Let a new sound fill the air
The porter brought his grandson down
The baker sold her rolls at cost
A girl came back from out of town
And sang about the years she'd lost
Station without trains
We are more than what remains
If the old line ends right here
Let a new sound fill the air
Some people still moved on that fall
A song can't pay for every life
But once a month the waiting hall
Was full of people choosing light
Station without trains
We are more than what remains
If the old line ends right here
Let a new sound fill the air
The tracks lie quiet past the bend
The hall has opened up again