There is a lonely woman on platform number nine
Clutching an A4 paper in her fist
In the middle of the dark stormy night.
The howling of the wind passing
Through my sheds
Startles her again and again
But she doesn't give up her place
On a rickety old green bench
In the middle of an empty railway station.
I wonder what’s keeping her here on a night
On which even the station master hasn’t
Been brave enough to step out
of his crackling wood fire warm room.
Is that the letter of a long-lost lover
Asking her to await his arrival
Or is she waiting for her mother
To step into the earthly realm again?
Is she dreaming of a happy reunion
Or worrying if they will meet again?
I wander wondering what she wants
While trying to repair my flickering lights
And figuring out ways to keep her warm
On a deadly cold winter night.