Yes, I saw you at the station, long distance miles You were leaving for the weekend, catching a 455 With your new friend for the season, another Santa clown Helping to see that your fantasies 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 9 And we're leaving for the weekend, riding the 455 But I've played the scene too many times to ever feel the part again I don't really want to fake it, I already know the end 455 sends an umbrella, everything just has to change And the midnight blues are calling, I guess that's part of the game But I've played the scene too many times to ever feel the part again I don't really want to fake it, I already know the end 455 sends an umbrella, everything just has to change And the midnight blues are calling, I guess that's part of the game I already know the end