(R. Johnson)Well I followed her to the stationWith a suitcase in my handYeah, I followed her to the stationWith a
suitcase in my handWhoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tellWhen all your love's in vainWhen the train come in the station
I looked her in the eyeWell the train come in the stationAnd I looked her in the eyeWhoa, I felt so sad so lonesomeThat I
could not help but cryWhen the train left the stationIt had two lights on behindYeah, when the train left the stationIt ha
d two lights on behindWhoa, the blue light was my babyAnd the red light was my mindAll my love was in vainAll my love's i
n vain