| yes i saw you at the station | |
| long distance smiles | |
| you were leaving for the weekend | |
| catching the 4:55 | |
| with your new friend for the season | |
| another sad-eyed clown | |
| helping to see | |
| that your fantasy s go down | |
| and i have to wonder to myself | |
| why you have to go so far | |
| drifting with life s daydreams | |
| trying to play the star | |
| i still remember when you said | |
| baby now let s get away | |
| and i followed you like a schoolboy | |
| i guess that s part of the game | |
| now you call me say you re sorry | |
| give me long distance love | |
| you said you d like to see me | |
| maybe just for a while | |
| and you meet me at the station | |
| there on platform nine | |
| and we d leave for the weekend | |
| riding for 4:55 | |
| but i ve played this scene too many times | |
| to ever feel the part again | |
| i don t really want to fake it | |
| i already know the end | |
| so bye bye cin-cinderella | |
| everything just has to change | |
| and the midnight blues are calling | |
| i guess that s part of the game |