He's there standing on the yellow line
And the train's coming
His whole life flows like a Hollywood movie
So he starts crying
So many reasons to leave soon and very few
To stay
There have been highs and lows
But now it's only darkness
He's calling someone on the cellphone
He looks worried and troubled
His face gets whiter than snow and now the train
Comes closer
So many things he'd like to say to his friends
But his voice is broken
Pain and confusion, sadness and delusion
Are winning
He's waiting for the train
He's waiting for the train
One step beyond the yellow line
He's walking on a tightrope
His eyes stare into emptiness
He can't even hear me shouting
A policeman tries to catch him
Stretching his arms as much as he can
Too late to get back, too late for anything
For anything
He's waiting for the train
He's waiting for the train