歌词
[Verse 1]
Every morning at the crack of dawn,
She’s out the door, 2 minutes to go,
Running down the cobblestone,
Chasing dreams that haven’t grown.
Oh my...
[Pre-Chorus]
Timetable says it’s always there,
But the platform’s -- always bare (bare),
Is it her or fate?
This train, always running late. (running late.)
Always running late.
[Chorus]
Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station,
Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration,
Did she miss it, or is it fate?
Why’s this train always so late?
(Oh wait)
Love’s a train that never shows,
Round and round, she never knows,
Is it the journey or the wait?
Love’s a train that’s always late.
Always late.
[Verse 2]
She checks her watch, it’s half-past eight,
Every time, she’s running late,
Conductor smiles, “It’s just a phase,”
But she’s been standing here for days.
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeats sync with the ticking clock,
Life’s a series of waiting docks,
She questions if it’s all a jest,
In a love that’s second-best.
[Chorus]
Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station,
Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration,
Did she miss it, or is it fate?
Why’s this train always so late?
(Oh wait)
Love’s a train that never shows,
Round and round, she never knows,
Is it the journey or the wait?
Love’s a train that’s always late.
Always late.
[Bridge]
Maybe love’s a rusty rail,
Promises that often fail,
Maybe she’s the one to blame,
For waiting on a phantom train.
[Chorus]
Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station,
Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration,
Did she miss it, or is it fate?
Why’s this train always so late?
(Oh wait)
Love’s a train that never shows,
Round and round, she never knows,
Is it the journey or the wait?
Love’s a train that’s always late.
Always late.
[Outro]
So here she stands, come rain or shine,
In the station of her mind,
Waving at the ghost of love,
In a timetable far above.
[Chorus]
Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station,
Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration,
Did she miss it, or is it fate?
Why’s this train always so late?
(Oh wait)
Love’s a train that never shows,
Round and round, she never knows,
Is it the journey or the wait?
Love’s a train that’s always late.
Always late.
[Outro]
So here she stands, come rain or shine,
In the station of her mind,
Waving at the ghost of love,
In a timetable far above.
