[Intro - single acoustic guitar, ticking rhythm, like a clock]
[Verse 1 - measured, nervous energy, platform atmosphere] Platform nine, my bag between my feet 3 o’clock departure, everything is neat I told myself I wouldn’t look, I told myself I’m done I told myself a lot of things before this day begun
The speakers crackle, final call to board I pick my bag up, step toward the door I find my seat, I press against the glass I watch the platform empty out and wait for this to pass
[Pre-Chorus - Acoustic bass enters, breath held] And I don’t know what I was looking for A reason or a sign or something more Maybe I just needed one last look To close the chapter, shut the book
[Chorus - Cajon, suspended, unresolved] Seven past three And the platform should be empty Seven past three But I see you running through the crowd Seven past three The doors are closed between us Seven past three And the train is pulling out Were you late because you chose to be? Or did life just get in the way? Seven past three I’ll never know I’m already… away
[Verse 2 - train is moving, she’s watching him get smaller] Your face against the morning, hands against the glass You’re mouthing something that I can’t quite grasp Is it “wait” or “sorry” or “I tried to make it here” The platform shrinks behind me as the track begins to clear
I memorize the color of your coat The way you stopped when you ran out of hope One hand raised like half a wave goodbye Or half a question hanging in the sky
[Pre-Chorus 2 - almost breaking] And I don’t know if I should feel relief Or if this is just another kind of grief The train keeps going, steady, sure and straight Was this your choice… or was it just too late?
[Chorus 2] Seven past three And the platform should be empty Seven past three But I see you running through the crowd Seven past three The doors are closed between us Seven past three And the train is pulling out Were you late because you chose to be? Or did life just get in the way? Seven past three I’ll never know I’m already… away
[Bridge - bare, just voice and one guitar, train rhythm underneath] Maybe you got stuck in traffic Maybe you just changed your mind Maybe fate wrote this already And I’m reading every sign Maybe some goodbyes don’t get a proper ending Maybe seven past three Is all we get Maybe I’m still faking That it meant something That YOU… meant something
[Final Chorus- key lift, note lift] Seven past three And the city’s far behind me Seven past three Just the window and the sky Seven past three I keep replaying your face Seven past three That’s how goodbyes Sometimes Die
[Outro - the ticking guitar rhythm slows, then stops] Seven past three… Seven past three… …seven.