The Wait

It is life in slow motion
It's the heart in reverse
It's a hope-and-a-half
Too much and too little at once

It's a train that suddenly
Stops with no station around
And we can hear the cricket leaning
Out the carriage door

Oh, we vainly contemplate
A wind we feel that stirs
The blooming meadows, the meadows
Made imaginary by this stop

It is life in slow motion
It's the heart in reverse
It's a hope-and-a-half
Too much and too little at once