Life is a station

[Verse 1] The platform waits beneath the grey, cold sky, A whisper of goodbye, a tear that’s hiding deep inside. The train is roaring, cutting through the night, Leaving pieces of my heart in flickering lamplight. Days are running fast, like shadows on the ground, Years are spinning round, no way to slow them down. [Chorus] Oh, life is a station, a journey without end, A dance of meetings and goodbyes, my dearest friend. Through the rush and the chaos, the noise and the crowd, There’s a quiet stillness deep within, a gentle, hidden vow. In the hustle and the hurry, there’s a moment to be still, To feel the softness of your touch, the warmth against my will. [Verse 2] The city’s breathing in the rhythm of the tracks, So much to do, so many paths, so many wrong turns and cracks. But in the middle of the storm, a single ray of sun, A smile that lights the darkest place, the battle’s almost won. We’re chasing time, we’re racing days, we’re burning through the years, But every now and then, the world becomes so clear. [Chorus] Oh, life is a station, a journey without end, A dance of meetings and goodbyes, my dearest friend. Through the rush and the chaos, the noise and the crowd, There’s a quiet stillness deep within, a gentle, hidden vow. In the hustle and the hurry, there’s a moment to be still, To feel the softness of your touch, the warmth against my will. [Bridge] Joy and sorrow walk the same old rails, They share the same old stories, they wear the same old veils. One brings the laughter, one brings the rain, Together they’re the music in this endless game. And when the train slows down at last, We’ll hold each other close, and make the past belong to us at last. [Verse 3] The engine fades into the distance, swallowed by the mist, Another chapter closed, another dream that’s drifted, kissed. But I’ll remember every step, the good and the unkind, Because it’s all a part of life, it’s all a part of time. From the rush to the rest, from the storm to the calm, This is our story, written soft, beneath the evening’s palm. [Chorus] Oh, life is a station, a journey without end, A dance of meetings and goodbyes, my dearest friend. Through the rush and the chaos, the noise and the crowd, There’s a quiet stillness deep within, a gentle, hidden vow. In the hustle and the hurry, there’s a moment to be still, To feel the softness of your touch, the warmth against my will. [Outro] The platform sleeps beneath the stars tonight, Waiting for the morning light, for someone else’s flight. Running days and passing years, they shape who we become, With every meeting and farewell, we find a place to call our home.