Almost Forever

(mmmm-hmm) Third-rail hum on a cold concrete platform

Fluorescent buzz in the empty space

Holding a mirror I bought from a thrift store

Staring at a stranger's face

That ghost of me we left behind

Said forever

and meant maybe

Now the last train has gone away (ooh-wah)

Thrift-store frame

catching yellow light-beams

Silver backing

starting to peel

The person I almost was is standing beside me

Asking if the mirror is real

That ghost of me we left behind

Said forever

and meant maybe

Now the last train has gone away

(yeah, gone away)

Reflections fade in the empty station

Just the dust and a modern dream

Forever and meant maybe (maybe,

maybe)