faces on a train
brandon heath
i'm the first one on at the ashland station
got a long way to go to my destination
i always ride in the same old seat
right in the middle where i can see
there's a woman thumbin' paper in a company folder
black leather bag hangin' off her shoulder
with her pinstriped suit and her hair pulled back
she's a northbound woman on a management track
there's an old man sittin' with his hands in his lap
from a ticker tape world where they all wore hats
and i wonder why he rides alone
if there's anybody waitin' when he gets back home
i don't know nothin' 'bout you
you don't know nothin' 'bout me
wish i knew somethin' 'bout you
the doors slide open and a couple walks in
i can't be sure but it might be love
'cause the old man smiles and his eyes well up
never there early but we're always on time
we'll go our own way at the end of the line
and you don't know me and i don't know you
but we share the same air for a minute or two
wish i knew somethin' 'bout you
wish you knew somethin' 'bout me