Waiting on the platform with you,
For the late train in the bitter cold.
I grip my bags and breathe in deep.
I feel the cold air pass through me.
We see the lights come on and sigh.
It's coming sooner then I'd like.

The train whips around the corner,
And rushes by us as it slows down.
As I turn to you, you open your arms,
And you give me a big hug,
And say you love me.
I love you too.

I take the big step,
As I disappear in the train.
I can see you through the window,
Standing arms crossed,
Looking disappointed and lonely.
The train takes off and I'm gone in a flash.
My eyes are glued on you as you turn and leave,
Getting smaller and smaller,
Until you vanish from sight.

Every Sunday; the same routine.
I'll see you next Friday,
And we will do this again and again.
It's the saddest day of the week,
But there is always priceless Friday,
And Saturday is all to sweet to last,
But as Sunday roles by,
I'll say goodbye to my dad.

I will love you until the day I die,
But Sunday will always be...
The loneliest goodbye.
 
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