On the late train to London A woman dressed in black Is talking on her cell phone I'm listening at her back She says "Now darling Don't be such a kid My man treats me better Than you ever did" Catching her reflection She wipes away a tear On the late train to London A couple's holding hands Been out to the country Now their making plans Tuesday dinner, Thursday show Shopping Saturday Suddenly she to turns him To softly say "You've got a wife and family You'll never leave" Secret lovers bear the curse
The truth is hard the lie is worse Everybody loses, no one wins On the late train two women Talk and nod their heads One says to the other "Inside I feel dead He told me that he was leaving I've heard that before People asking questions Can't hold on much more He says he loves me What does it mean" Secret lovers bear the curse The truth is hard the lie is worse Everybody loses, no one wins I've been there, done that, seen it One day you might see it too Whatever you're running from will follow you