Empty Hand

I dont have the reflection*
Of anybody checking their face,
In the shade of my glasses,
One way ticket on the fast train,
And Im solo all the way.
I could maybe read a novel,
To push away the truoble,
That sits in the pit of my tummy,
But I know that it will find me,
When I finish the last page.
An empty hand I wave goodbye,
I feel a tickle in my eye.
No Ill never,sever any time,
Tired of the journey,
No hand held in mine,
No Ill never,sever any time,
Tired of the journey,
No hand held in mine.
Will I always feel it more,
On a day when theres a storm,
Or a raincloud,so dangerous and lonely,
No one ever told me,
That the darkness is my foe,
And Ill looking out the window,
And losting both my dimples,
The end of the ends of my smile
Cause I am a thousand miles,
From the place I need to go.
And empty hand I wave goodbye,
I feel a tickle in my eye.
No Ill never,sever any time,
Tired of the journey,
No hand held in mine,
No Ill never,sever any time,
Tired of the journey,
No hand held in mine.