I want the same old ticket today, destination just away. I need to get on out, away from all this doubt. The station is empty and closed, no one comes and nothing goes. But I keep coming back again, with a song for every train. Oh, a song for every train. I've let my dreams all go to waste, but I can still recall the taste. And the smell of the perfume, of the summer breeze in June. But the station is empty and closed, no one comes and nothing goes. But I keep coming back again, with a song for every train. Oh, a song for every train. Like the lone pine on the hill, I'm standing here and still. My mind is far away, I'm travelling night and day. And the station is empty and closed, no one comes and nothing goes. But I keep coming back again, with a song for every train. Oh, a song for every train. Subs by www.zeoranger.co.uk