There is a train
Waiting at the platform
As I enter the station
I don’t know
If it just arrived
Or is about to depart
Where it came from
Or where it is going
If the carriage doors just opened
Or are about to close
If it is full
Or emptied
If you are on it
Waiting for me
Or not
All I know
Is I have a choice
To get on
Or walk away
Whichever way I go
The rest of my life
Will be spent wondering
What if I did the other
Every time I hear
That train whistle blow.