We take the 7:45—you from the east, me from the west We pass each other daily, but we never get to rest I see your profile in the glass, a fleeting, perfect frame A silent movie, never called by name, never recognized Our trains pull into different platforms, different gates We\'re a story that the universe complicates and synthesizes The doors slide open, the crowd pours out I search the faces in the crowd And for a second, there you are Then gone again, like a dying star We\'re running on parallel lines Two separate tracks, two separate signs We\'re so close I can almost taste the air you breathe But the distance is too much to bequeath We\'re running on parallel lines Ignoring all the crossing signs I changed my route, I took a chance, I stood upon your platform I watched you climb the stairs, a distant, falling storm You looked my way, I swear you did, a moment held in time But then the crowd just swallowed you, a mime without a rhyme or reason We are a pair of tangled threads that never get to weave A constant, beautiful, frustrating make-believe season after season The announcement echoes off the walls The 8:15 departure calls And I\'m still standing, frozen there Tangled up in this endless prayer We\'re running on parallel lines Two separate tracks, two separate signs We\'re so close I can almost taste the air you breathe But the distance is too much to bequeath We\'re running on parallel lines Ignoring all the crossing signs I dreamt we met upon the overpass Your hand in mine, the broken glass Of every near-miss swept away By the simple thing you had to say: \"I saw you too. I saw you too.\" We\'re running on parallel lines... So close, we\'re running out of time... We\'re running on parallel lines... Maybe tomorrow, the universe aligns... Parallel lines... Parallel lines... I saw you too.