The Woman Who Held the Door at Platform Nine

Lyrics

I was running with a suitcase and a ticket gone soft
Sleeves of my coat caught on the rail
The doors were sliding shut like a slow closing eye
And I thought, well, that's the last train, I'll fail

Then a hand in a green glove, a shoulder against steel
A woman with a shopping bag and a grin
She said, go on, love, I've got it, I've got all the time in the world
And she held that door till I was in

Oh, whoever you were on the platform that day
You gave me a minute I couldn't buy
You held the door, you held the evening
You held it open, and let me by
I never learned your name, but I carry it still
In every door I hold for someone else

I turned to say thank you, but the train was moving
She was a small bright wave on the glass
I sat down in my seat with my heart slowing down
And watched the grey fields slide past

Maybe kindness is a thing that travels light
Never asks for a name or a fee
It just leans on the door of somebody's night
And lets the whole world through, quietly

Oh, whoever you were on the platform that day
You gave me a minute I couldn't buy
You held the door, you held the evening
You held it open, and let me by
I never learned your name, but I carry it still
In every door I hold for someone else

In every door I hold for someone else