Caledonian Sleeper - Lyrics and Background

As you may or may not have been reading - I have been posting original lyrics sheets and lyrics of songs for my debut studio album in the hope that I can pick a track listing / album tracks.  This next instalment is for the song 'Caledonian Sleeper'.

I was in Euston station, London, and I happened to notice an overnight train leaving the platform, called a Caledonian Sleeper.

I felt this was representative of a situation I found myself in a while before, with a Scottish songwriter.  I felt great admiration for him, and very deep love, but that was mostly unrequited.  He had lots of problems at the time, but aside from that, I was not the person to make him happy.  I was very naive, and blinded by love (oh and I had lots of problems, too), so I couldn't see past what my needs were.  I was unable to be a friend to him.

After the 'tiny-amount-of-requited-things' finished between us, I still felt a connection between us.  I wanted to be friends.  But I was still serving my needs, not his.  And we never really had a friendship before that.  I visited him a few times unannounced.  This time he was not in.  I looked around, then waited for a bit, sitting in the sunlight. When I got home, I wrote this song.

Lyrics and notes:

My Caledonian Sleeper is locked up for the night
(the 'train of me and him' is not going anywhere even though it's night time)
I looked into your eyes; I knew you'd never be mine
Of course I looked at you and said: 'Ooh baby baby baby, ooh'
(because most of the girls did)
But this thing has gone wrong
What have I done?
(this was both an exclamation: 'WHAT HAVE I DOOOONE!' and a question to him: 'what have I done [to make you not want me any more]')

I travelled by your 'hood
Your park is all closed down
Where'd you take your dog?
If you were home did you hear me shout?
(paranoia that he was home and hiding from my stalkerdom)
Of course I looked for you
On your doorstep, thinking: 'baby baby, ooh"
Birds flew by
(literally they did, but figuratively, in his life, they probably did too)
Calm was mine
Outside
(outside his house, outside his life, outside society, outside everything)

Beautiful, proud
(how I saw him - my muse = myself)
Figure it out
(Life?)
Exceptional boy
(He was/is very talented)
Where do you store your joy?
(And where did I put mine again?)

I could go on and on and on
And on again with words to explain
But they don't describe the feelings I have for you
(I thought he was amazing - much better than me)
It's all in vain
I don't know what you are
But I thank you from the bottom of my heart
(good to have gratitude, even for a painful experience)
This thing went wrong
What have we done?
You're a true friend
(for showing me things about myself and polishing my life)
Even broken...   man
(I don't think he's broken any more, which is good)