Train Leaving Gray - Mason Jennings

Hoping that I see you on the street

It’s your kind of day

Nothing has the color of your eyes

Train leaving gray

And i’ll never love no one

The way i loved you

I never thought that love

Could come true

Driving round the city in your car

Down low in the seat

Coming home and getting into bed

Smiling in your sleep

I’ll never love no one

The way i loved you

You’ve never loved no one

Have you?

Hoping that I see you on the street

It’s your kind of day

Nothing has the color of your eyes

Train leaving gray