Well it hasn't changed yet Each time I wake in a sweat And the sun has slipped out of the sky As I get to my feet and struggle to dress All my fingers are thumbs, there's a fog in my brain Only one thing is clear - I'm late for my train And I know all at once that it's goodbye my one I'll be here when you're gone Then I stumble outside Try to flag down a ride But the taxis just pa** me by So I run down the street, jump on a slow bus When I get to the station the train is still there
I can't find my ticket, everybody just stares And I'm turning to stone As the train starts to groan I just can't get on I can see tomorrow Long, black train I follow When it's all there in your eyes And it's all no big surprise Well it's goodbye my one I'll be here when you're gone I just can't get on Yeah, it's goodbye my one I'll be here when you're gone I just can't get on 'Cause I'm turning to stone As the train starts to groan I just can't get on