Waiting on a Sunday afternoonnFor what I read between the lines:nYour liesnnFeelin' like a hand in rusted shame nSo do you laugh at those who cry?nReplynnLeavin' on a southern trainnOnly yesterday you liednPromises of what I seemed to be nOnly watched the time go bynAll of these things you said to mennBreathing is the hardest thing to donWith all I've said and all that's dead for younYou lied;nGoodbyennLeavin' on a southern trainnOnly yesterday you liednPromises of what I seemed to benOnly watched the time go bynAll of these things I said to you