It started on a Wednesday, I think it was about 9
You called me to the table and I sat down..
I saw it in your face as I reached out to touch you,
As you put down the paper, I read you..
I guess I'll pack my bags, I'm leaving in the morning
Don't just sit there, staring at the ceiling now..
You gonna be cold tonight..
I'm living on the outside, heading on a train ride,
I don't know why I'm leaving you
And I don't know what we fighting for..
I feel a bit rough tonight,
Weaving down the sidewalk..
I don't know why I'm leaving you,
And I don't know why we fighting..
As I put down my suitcase, it felt a little light as I
Flagged down a passerby..
I said, take me to the railroad track,
I just want to lay down, I just need to clear my,
Clear my mind..
Now sit yourself down on the sofa,
Take some time to think of your future now..
It's gonna be cold tonight..
Chorus.. and I'm heading on a train ride
I only want to be with you, only 'cos I know you..
Must be that I know you..
I guess I'll pack my bags, I'm leaving in the morning
Don't just sit there staring at the ceiling now..
You gonna be cold tonight..
Chorus..