Somebody might wave back

Seven o'clock in the morning
and I'm riding the overnight train
I've got ten tons of luggage
but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch
it says September seventeen
and we're riding through someplace
where I've never been
and I'm waving through the window as we go
Somebody says
what are you waving at ?
But what do I have to lose...
somebody might wave back

Seven o'clock in the morning
and I'm carrying bags under my eyes
I've been awake all night
counting the hours to sunrise
Drawing patterns on a table top,
I lift my gaze and my mouth just drops
There's someone waving in the window at me !
And I say Hey there
what are you waving at ?
When he says
What do I have to lose...
somebody might wave back