Four O'Clock Train

It's never too late, until it is.

Three fifteen at the station, she's leaving
no time to wonder who she's meeting at four
receiving a ticket at the door
trying to catch love that's been lost
finding I'm not the one who's tossed it away
I've got to make it okay
she's leaving at four today


Half-past three at the station, she's taking
no time to think I've mistaken the signs
longing to keep what is mine
I'm the only one who can't see
I'm not what she wants me to be anymore
I've got to do something before
she's taking the train at four


Just before four o'clock, she's standing
no time to be so demanding and cold
frantically keeping myself in control
yelling inside while part of me cries
trying hard not to look in her eyes and see
that person's not who it should be
the train she's on left at three...