Up On The Bridge

We watched the train head out, and vanish from our sight
The light upon this bridge seems no lonelier than I
Oh, I’m going nowhere
Oh, I’m going nowhere
We walked across these fields to stop at our front gate
This house seems empty now, he asks if we will stay
Ah, I’m going nowhere
Oh…
Slipping out the front door, ready to ignore
All that sleeps tonight, in the lonely hours
Oh, I’m going nowhere
Oh, I’m going nowhere
Oh, I’m going nowhere
Oh, I’m going nowhere…