And so she standsnWith her hands in her pockets and her hairnTossing 'round in the windnnAll alonenAt the edge of a stationnShe'll never see againnnOh, she's a restless onenOh, she's a restless onennWell, the tired dieselnPunched a hole in the sunrisenWith a whistle and a cloud of steamnnYeah, she steps onnDragging an old brown satchelnTo another place she's never beennnOh, she's a restless onenOh, she's a restless onennAnd she knows there will be timenFor a thousand indecisionsnNothing but time and a prayer in this sleepy old townnTime waits on nobody's wishesnShe throws away her promises to see what was out therennShe stands alonenOne foot on the stationnAnd the other foot upon the trainnnWell, she's stuck betweennHer lifelong ambitionnAnd the life she'll never see againnnOh, she's a restless onenOh, she's a restless onenOh, she's a restless onennWatching her life passing bynRestless onenRight in front of her eyesnnOh, she's a restless one