A tannoy announcement, a dreaded last bell.

Then to be cruelly denied our final farewell.

My darling has now gone, no tearful last kiss.

A train approaches, I hear steam engines hiss.

 

A chance meeting, a future that could never be,

Of this guilt and shame, I will never be free.

Then an express train thunders along the track.

I compose myself, before holding myself back.

 

Clouds of dirt black smoke, swirl in their plumes.

Bouncing off tunnel walls are whistling tunes.

My life makes no sense, what’s wrong or right.

As that express train disappears from my sight.

 

I feel so empty while on this platform I stand.

On my shoulder I still feel the touch of your hand.

The regret, the excitement, both rolled into one.

But now I suffer in silence because you are gone.