Somebody Might Wave Back

Seven o'clock in the morning And I'm riding the overnight train I've got ten tonnes of luggage But I left it behind when I came I look at my watch Says September 17 We're riding past some place Where I've never been And I'm waving through the window as we go Somebody says "Well, hey, what are you waving at?" Well, what do I have to lose Somebody might wave back Seven o'clock in the morning And I'm carrying bags under my eyes Been awake all night Counting the hours to sunrise Drawing patterns on the tabletop I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped Someone waving in the window at me And I say, "Hey there, what are you waving at?" When he says, "What do I have to lose Somebody might wave back" What do I have to lose Somebody might wave back Somebody might wave back Somebody might wave back