The wind chills you down to the bone
The clouds say that snow's on the way
The bar's doors are shut, windows locked-tight
In the station a lifetime away
The time-table's faded and torn
There might be one more train today
There's nobody here you can ask
In the station a lifetime away
You zip up your coat but the wind blows right through you
You turn up your collar, your fingers turn blue
What's that in the distance? Could that be a tram?
But your mind's playing tricks, tricks on you
The waiting-room windows are broken
So cold icy fingers can play
Just how in the fuck did you wind up
At the station a lifetime away