Love’s a train that’s always late

[Verse 1] Every morning at the crack of dawn, She’s out the door, 2 minutes to go, Running down the cobblestone, Chasing dreams that haven’t grown. Oh my... [Pre-Chorus] Timetable says it’s always there, But the platform’s -- always bare (bare), Is it her or fate? This train, always running late. (running late.) Always running late. [Chorus] Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station, Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration, Did she miss it, or is it fate? Why’s this train always so late? (Oh wait) Love’s a train that never shows, Round and round, she never knows, Is it the journey or the wait? Love’s a train that’s always late. Always late. [Verse 2] She checks her watch, it’s half-past eight, Every time, she’s running late, Conductor smiles, “It’s just a phase,” But she’s been standing here for days. [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeats sync with the ticking clock, Life’s a series of waiting docks, She questions if it’s all a jest, In a love that’s second-best. [Chorus] Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station, Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration, Did she miss it, or is it fate? Why’s this train always so late? (Oh wait) Love’s a train that never shows, Round and round, she never knows, Is it the journey or the wait? Love’s a train that’s always late. Always late. [Bridge] Maybe love’s a rusty rail, Promises that often fail, Maybe she’s the one to blame, For waiting on a phantom train. [Chorus] Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station, Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration, Did she miss it, or is it fate? Why’s this train always so late? (Oh wait) Love’s a train that never shows, Round and round, she never knows, Is it the journey or the wait? Love’s a train that’s always late. Always late. [Outro] So here she stands, come rain or shine, In the station of her mind, Waving at the ghost of love, In a timetable far above. [Chorus] Oh, she’s waiting, waiting at the station, Oh, she’s pacing, pacing in frustration, Did she miss it, or is it fate? Why’s this train always so late? (Oh wait) Love’s a train that never shows, Round and round, she never knows, Is it the journey or the wait? Love’s a train that’s always late. Always late. [Outro] So here she stands, come rain or shine, In the station of her mind, Waving at the ghost of love, In a timetable far above.