Second Time Around (Paul O’Brien)

I was sitting on the eight fifteen

Didn’t care too much for where I’d been

When I heard a voice

Call out down the hall

I didn’t pay too much heed

But it sounded like a man in need

And I picked up on

The last thing that he said

“Conductor, conductor please

I’m begging on my bended knees

Can’t you just

Turn this train around?

Conductor, conductor sir

Won’t you take me back to her?

And I’ll be true

Second time around.”

I never threw a second glace

Sure I’d get a second chance

If somewhere down the line

I’d drop the ball

And I went on day to day

Breaking hearts along the way

Never thinking

I would ever call

Later in another time

I was thinking about this life of mine

And felt that I’d turned left

Instead of right

I knew I’d have to make a start

Sorting out this weary heart

When those words

Came back to mind