On a love train, 20 odd years now I got off today
But nobody said the stop that I've taken, was a stop too late
Now I'm alone I'm thinking of stupid, hurtful small things like

When I call you at home and he answers the phone
Or I get your machine and I don't hear me
When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head
When we danced and we sang and we laughed all night