John Hartford The Six O'clock Train And A Girl With Green Eyes
It's hard to concentrate on waiting
Wonder if she will know my face
Trying to remember, might have the time
Or maybe might have been the place
In an underground railroad station,just out of the rain
So much depends on the six o'clock train
And a girl with green eyes
Hands on the subway clock
Almost straight up and down
Way back in that black flat tunnel
I thought I heard a sound
Will she know me when she sees me
Or will she wait to hear my voice
Will I see her coming through the steam
In the maddening rush hour noise
In an underground railroad station,just out of the rain
So much depends on the six o'clock train
And a girl with green eyes
So silly in my nervousness
So crazy in my fears
I asked a man with a brown suit on
Does the six o'clock train stop here?
Well sir, it could be, and turned as if in pain
And I wonder maybe he like I, depending on that train
In an underground station, just out of the rain
So much depends on the six o'clock train
And a girl with green eyes
