77 Bombay Street - Train Home

In the dark of a trainstation
You were there at the same station
Waiting for the train home

Sitting on the cold wet stairs
With a story you don't want to share
Waiting for the train home

When I saw you wrapped in your rain coat
I felt connected to your soul
To your soul
You were looking like a rock'n'roll song
And I wondered where you came from
Where you came from

And I remember I saw your face
The most beautiful thing in this place
And when you asked me to come along
I wasn't sure if it's right or wrong

I took the train home
Oh oh
I took the train home
Yeah yeah

A week later in a dusty bar
Still wondering who you are
Waiting for the train home
Oh, then I saw you in a noisy crowd
I couldn't speak but my heart beat loud
Waiting for the train home

And I remember I saw your face
The most beautiful thing in this place
And when you asked me to come along
I wasn't sure if it's right or wrong

I took the train home
Oh oh
I took the train home
Yeah yeah
I took the train home
Oh oh
I took the train home
Yeah yeah

Now seven long years have past
I've forgotten you at last
Waiting for the train home
Now I see you with a wedding ring
And I wonder what could have been
If I'd taken you home

And I remember your pretty face
The most beautiful thing in this place
And if I asked you to come along
What would you say, is it right or wrong

Let's take the train home
Let's take the train home
Yeah yeah
Let's take the train home
Oh oh
Let's take the train home
The train home