Memories

Tomorrow is the birthday of a lady dressed in blue She don't have much to look forward to, and nor do you We live alone though we sleep in the same old bed together This is the home we built before we lost forever There are memories within the walls and tapestries There are memories... Sitting alone at the station, waiting for a train that never comes The nights are cold The days just fade away Tomorrow never comes Nothing to say but yesterdays Do you remember my name? I don't remember you We live alone though we live in the same old home with the same old truth There are memories within the walls and tapestries There are memories... Sitting alone at the station Waiting for a train that never comes