Waiting on a sunday afternoonnFor what I read between the lines,nYour lies.nFeelin like a hand in rusted shamenSo do you laugh or does it cry?nReply?nnLeavin on a southern trainnOnly yesterday you lied,nPromises of what I seemed to benOnly watched the time go by,nAll of these things you said to me.nnBreathing is the hardest thingnTo do. with all Ive said andnAll thats dead for you,nYou lied - good byennLeavin on a southern trainnOnly yesterday you liednPromises of what I seemed to benOnly watched the time go by,nAll of these things I said to you.