I light a smoke, I wait for the train, I see the face of my love once again. I take the trip, arrive on time, greeted by no one I not recognize. The hotel looks cheap, the food is poor, my room is a cold one and I lock the door. Come to me now you who will find me waiting alone the past behind me. I am the future you crave secretly so many have loved me so perfectly, many have loved me so perfectly. I am the poet who sings of love, I am the man who cries never enough. My bed is broken, my god forsaken. I dream of the angels I ever have taken. Mercy is mine, to give as I please. I wait for the hour, the hour of sleep. Come to me now, you who will find me waiting alone the past behind me. I am the future you crave secretly so many have loved me so perfectly, many have love me so perfectly.