we will never runninto one another on trainsnthere will be no chance meetings,nwe'll miss each other by minutes.nthe habits and parties which brought us togethernavoided, grown over, and left.nwe will never run into one another on trains.nni wrote you a note saying i was leaving and left.nit's all yours or mine nownwe might never meet again, you know-nit might just never happen.nwe might never meet again, you know-nit might just never happen.nwe will never run into one another on trains.nndon't talk to ghostsndon't open the window for themnyou don't slow your pace when you see them on the streetnbut if what they say about life after death being so sweet, about how sweet, how sweet it is then missing you so. . .nI miss you so.nnlooks like i'm losing my famous sense of humornolder than i look, younger by far than i feel,nand i feel fine as wine, duty free, aged, clear, pure and concealed.nMiss, tell me your name and where I have beennand where we are where are we now?nwe will never run into one another on trains.nnbut if we do will i be dressed for the occasion?nthis thought haunts me dressing or undressing mornings, it does.nThings that we play at are not us, i have not forgotten.nnwe might never meet again, you know-nit might just never happen.nwe might never meet again, you know-nit might just never happen.nwe will never run into one another on trains.nwe will never run into one another onntrains.