

(hmm-mmm) The midnight train has come and gone
And left me standing in the cold
Another ticket in my hand Another story
left untold
Oh, the platform's getting wider
As the night
begins to fade
I'm still waiting on the promise
That you never made (ahhhh)
Your letters smelled of summer rain
But winter's here upon the track
The station lights are dimming down And there's no way of turning
back
And the wind blows through the rafters
Like a song
we used to know (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, the platform's getting wider
As the night
begins to fade
I'm still waiting on the promise
That you never made
Never made... (hmm-mmm)