Somebody I used To Know

The last train from Yorkshire
You took on the merry day
The last form of my desire
That faded into the clay

Time hurried on wheels
And rushed towards the end 
Wounds preserved in reels
That took many a year to mend

Awaiting a sweet gentle smile
Sometimes I look outside the window
To catch a glance across the aisle
Of Somebody I used to know

I get reminded of the train
And the last echoing cry
Which still refuses to wane
Or the teardrops to dry
Awaiting a short and swift wave
Sometimes I look outside the window
That light I try hard to save 

Of Somebody I used to know
Of Somebody I used to know
Somebody I used to know....