So I found myself at the station
a sad middle aged black man sobbing next to me
I studied him for a while until he turned around
And said these words to me… he said
‘Yeah son, I should have been wiser’
he said his girl had just left him
he said to never judge another man
by the colour of his skin
he said he never would again if he ever could again
trust another girl to be his wife
he wiped away his lonely tears
but I knew then he would keep them for life
I thought about what he’d said for a while
when the man got on the train
his last words to me as he stood up were
‘So long son, until we meet again’
I wondered why he said that
‘cause the chance was small to me it seemed
but then I heard a woman’s voice
‘Is this you’re train, dear?’ – it had been a dream
I guessed it was, so I got on
during my journey I must have slept again
for when I looked up from this book I’d bought
I saw my dark-skinned friend
we were alone in the train and he sat opposite me starring
and started telling me ‘bout “how love was complicated, you know”
this mysterious man interested me clearly
but because I didn’t know him, I never let it show
it was annoying how he wouldn’t stop complaining
but I took pity and let him speak
I’d lost track of time and even though we were alone
I felt a certain something gluing me to the seat
as the stories continued he seemed more and more depressed
he started to convince me that life indeed was wicked
but the poor man couldn’t finish what he had to say
for I was awakened to show my ticket
I hadn’t seen the man for a while ‘till he appeared in a nap
he still was complaining but I saw he was doing better
with a grin on my face I asked him to leave
and that if I ever needed him I’d write him a letter
that day was the first of the rest of my life
to tell the truth it was the best up ‘till now
I bet that one day the man will show up again
And explain all about life’s ups and downs