Дмитрий — Am meeting

The station is cold at the start of the spring
And the wind through the rafters is a shivering thing
I've been holding the ticket since December began
Moving my boots like a desperate man
The timetable's blinking in amber and blue
And every track number is a vector to you
They say that the patience is a virtue of old
But it's a heavy and a bitter currency to hold
I can hear the steel hum as the engine draws near
A high-speed announcement that is sharp and so clear