Access Denied by miscellaneous owl

Down in the liminal late-night station
I scan the names of trains, looking for my destination
A place I always travel, but I never stay
Because trains are just like people, always pulling, pulling away

And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Obsessively, unhealthily
Shamefully, stealthily
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied

I'm watching all the passengers as the train car rolls along
Each one a separate strand, a grace note in a song
I wish I were Scott Bakula leaping into heads
Trying out new lives, tasting unfamiliar regrets

And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Probably not, but I'll never know
You walked away long ago
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied

Is there more than this?
Will this feeling ever end?
Is there more than this?
Will I always be the same?
Is there more than this?
Will I ever love again?
Is there more than this?
Tell me

And I wonder if you think about me the same way I think about you
Obsessively, unhealthily
Shamefully, stealthily
Stand back, the doors are closing, you don't want to be left behind
Locked out, hands tied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied
Access denied

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