Stepped off the bus, looking like a lonely suburban boy who just
Stepped off the bus, with no idea what he was stepping into
Looked all around, saw nothing familiar, and my heart started racing
Scanning the crowd for a welcome from you

I’ve never seen so many people shuffling in and out of one place
This would be so much easier if I’d ever seen your face

I’m here in the concourse at Grand Central Station
I hope that you get this OK
What am I doing here in Grand Central Station?
Feels like I’m running away…

Thinking back when we chatted all night and into the morning
Losing track of the minutes and miles
I said “I’m right here,”
You said “Maybe that’s true, but I’m still hugging my pillow,
I just want you next to me for a while…”

“Well, if it isn’t too expensive, I could visit over break.
It’s seeming crazier every second, but it’s a chance I want to take.”

Did you get my last message? I’m at Grand Central Station
And I think I’m gonna like this town
You said you would meet me at Grand Central Station
And from there you would show me around

Now there’s a dude in torn up t-shirt trying to sell me hash
And an old punk, earbuds bleeding a song by The Clash
Crowds of people ebb and flow, a travelers’ tide
There’s no sign of anything like you, but I’ll wait here ‘til the nervousness subsides

I’m here in the concourse at Grand Central Station
Departures, arrivals, and me
There’s stars on the ceiling and marble below me
But they’re not what I came here to see

Anyway, you’ve got the number
Give me a call when you get this
I might check out the shops or just roam
But if I never see you, I’ll think of what could have been
As I catch my connection home