“Missed That Train” is a reflection on the moments we let pass us by — not just a train pulling out of a station, but all the small chances, words, and decisions that quietly shape a life.
Written like a conversation with time itself, the lyrics unfold as a personal journey through regret, memory, and subtle acceptance.
It’s about standing still while the world moves on — and realizing, maybe too late, what that silence really meant.
Poetic but grounded, the words stay with you — like the sound of something you almost caught… and didn’t.

„Missed That Train“ erzählt vom Verpassen – nicht nur eines Zuges, sondern ganzer Möglichkeiten, Worte, Momente, die ein Leben prägen.
Der Songtext wirkt wie ein leises Gespräch mit der Zeit: ehrlich, bildhaft, nachdenklich.
Es geht um das Innehalten, während alles andere weiterzieht – und um die späte Erkenntnis, was dieses Innehalten wirklich bedeutet hat.
Ein Song über Reue, Erinnerung und die Kunst, loszulassen, ohne sich selbst zu verlieren.

Missed That Train

Saw the red lights blinkin’, platform 9
Hands in my pockets, just killing time
How fast it goes when you look away
Just a blink, and that steel bird flew away

It wasn’t just a train, you know what I mean
It was twenty-seven chances I’ve never seen
A road trip I never took at nineteen
A kiss I skipped, too scared to be seen

I missed that train, and I miss a lot more
Like the look in your eyes when you opened the door
Like the song we never danced to in July rain
Yeah, I missed that train… and I’d do it again

Used to think life waits, but it don’t
It hums down the tracks, whether you come or you won’t
And the station clears out when the moment’s gone
Silence louder than a goodbye song

I saw a crow where your shadow stood
It looked at me like you once would
I stepped, then froze – the sky turned gray
And nothing moved… but time, anyway

I missed that train, and I miss a lot more
Like the words you whispered, like your coat on the floor
Like the dream I let die in the morning gray
Yeah, I missed that train… and it slipped away

Now I walk by tracks like a ghost in a frame
Still chasing smoke, still cursing my name
Some doors close, some don’t make a sound
But that train…
It never slowed down


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