I sit waiting in the  rain, not that I mind the rain,  I like the way it makes everything shiny.

Trains come and go as I wait, people are so busy,  passing me by as they hurry on their way.

There’s not as many uniforms now, at first the platform was a sea of uniforms flooding from trains returning home from the war.

That’s why I’m waiting,  waiting for Bill,  so we can set off on our new life together.

But the trains have all gone, the uniforms have gone,  but I’m still here,  waiting.