It was late when she got on the train

Found a space between the coffee stains

Struggling to lift her suitcase

Pushing back the hair from her face

Here in my seat

I feel a rush beneath my feet

She's just a girl on a train

I'll probably never see her again

The girl on the train

Never even asked her her name

The girl on the train

Wonder if she's feeling the same



She looks listlessly at magazines

Past the horoscopes and beauty creams

Through the suburbs and the scrubland

I wonder whether she understands

This world is drab

You've got to take what you can grab

She's just a girl on a train

I'll probably never see her again

The girl on the train

Never even asked her her name

The girl on the train

Wonder if she's feeling the same



Through the suburbs and the scrubland

I wonder whether she understands

This world is drab

You've got to take what you can grab

She's just a girl on a train

I'll probably never see her again

The girl on the train

Never even asked her her name

The girl on the train

Wonder if she's feeling the same