Lonesome lyrics

Sunday night, by subway lightBut the train is still far awayYou said you’d comeBy now everyone is drinking wineFrom paper cups…Are you lonesome tonightDo you feel a little achyI don’t think you have a fever,But I don’t know…you do seem cold.It’s like black, black, black, blackBlack cars you can’t see into.Leaving you wonderingAnd waiting on the curbWith all their little secretsSo keep on running from the winterBut you can’t help missing the snowAnd all these unfamiliar peopleWho can’t ever go back homeWho can’t ever go back home