(Van Wijk)
Sitting here waiting at the station,
Waiting for my train to come.
I've got a one-way ticket hanging out my pocket,
I won't be lonely long.
Eleven forty-five I'm gonna get that train,
I know I won't be lonely again.
Mister, rent your driver, put your foot on the floor,
I can't be there at no later than four.
Burn the track, get me back,
There's someone at the end of the line.
Let's fade away like the evening sun.
I won't be lonely long,
I won't be lonely long.
Sitting here waiting at the station,
Waiting for my train to come.
I've got a one-way ticket hanging out my pocket,
I won't be lonely long.
Eleven forty-five I'm gonna get that train,
I know I won't be lonely again.
Mister, rent your driver, put your foot on the floor,
I can't be there at no later than four.
Burn the track, get me back,
There's someone at the end of the line.
Let's fade away like the evening sun.
I won't be lonely long,
I won't be lonely long.
Burn the track, get me back,
There's someone at the end of the line.
Let's fade away like the evening sun.
I won't be lonely long,
I won't be lonely long,
I won't be lonely long,
I won't be lonely long.