Here I am at the end of the daywith a cup of cold coffeefrom the station buffet.On Trains, on Trains I seemto spend my life on Trains.See the blue suit banker in the ticket line.Got an Evening Standard with Playboyhidden behind.On Trains, on Trains he seemsto spend his life on Trains.Time after timeWas I just dreaming?Did I help you aboard.Full passenger service--Let me help with the doorSit down take the weight off your feet.There's a train-load of people I'd likeyou to meetOn Trains, on Trains we loveto spend our lives on Trains.Join the secret world of Trains.Feel the pleasure. Touch the pain.Drift into yesterday.Once and againI was just thinking.We could meet sometimeon the 17.30 whereI usually findmy friends at the end of the day.May we pay your fare, lady?We should like you to stayin our train. On Trains--you'll have to spend your lifeon Trains.I hear there's an office party on the 18.05You'll be home for Christmas if theytake you alive from the TrainThose Trains, we have to spend our liveson Trains.Once and againI was just thinkingwe could meet any timeon number two platformwhere I usually findmy friends at the end of the dayon Trains, Trains, Trains.
Writer(s): Peter John Vettese, Ian Scott Anderson
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