^AmiSitting in a lonely station ^Eminear the borderline ^GWond'ring 'bout my destination ^Amiand the former times For years I tried so hard to find a ^Emireason to hold out But ^Gfound myself in dead-end street so that I ^Amicouldn't even shout ®:^AmiDid you ever realize a sign ^Emiof a live that could be mine ^GDid you ever want to give me the ^Amishelter of love I never planned an act of desperation I won't ^Emichallenge your remorse Whereas an ^Gexecuted suicide could up^Amiset a numb disguise Melancholic modds surround me ^Emibut without complacency Those ^Geasy-going days are gone, it ^Amihurts to feel I'm on my own