People don't come here anymore
Not like they used to
They speed by on their cars,
On their motorbikes and trucks and vans
Nobody sees me now
Sometimes I stand by the train tracks,
Waiting for a friend
But not even the trains come here any more
I once saw a person
Out on the street without a car or a van or a truck
They were walking by the bridge
I tried to talk to them but they couldn't
Maybe it was too dark?
Then they disappeared
and started painting the train tracks
After that, nobody came
They sped by even faster than before
Like they were scared
But what's to be scared of?
It's only me here
And the pretty, new train tracks
With a fresh coat of paint
People don't come here anymore.