Through the open window I can hear a passing train
  In the gentle wind I can smell the coming rain
  I can tell its dusk by the shadow on the wall
  But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
  
  I can watch the sky and I always seem to know
  Just before an old blue norther’s gonna blow
  I can tell that summer’s giving was to fall
  But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
  
  Maybe you could show some kind of sign
  And then at least I’d know that you never will be mine
  Maybe you could say so I’d believe
  That you love me and you’re never gonna leave
  With the winter wind the autumn leaves will fall
  But I don’t know if you’re in love with me at all
  
  Just before you go I’m gonna see it in your eyes
  And I’ll feel it in your gentle alibis
  I’ll hear it like that lonesome whistle’s call
  And I’ll know you weren’t in love with me at all
  And I know you’ll never be in love at all