Coming Home

Trains delayed 
Nerves frayed
The rain isn't slowing 
And the winds keep blowing
I'm stuck on this platform
Trying desperately to keep warm 
In my pocket is that photograph
Of me and you having a good laugh 
I glance at it every once in a while
Just to make me smile
By now its almost ten 
But I couldn't tell you when 
I was going to pull into your station 
Because that is information 
That is being withheld by the fates
And they can't be trifled with petty dates
And the long term plans 
That slip right out of our hands
And unravels quicker than string
Because we don't know what the future will bring
But the fates will not beat me down
And I will make it out of this town
I will come home to your smiling face 
And hold in a warm embrace