It was late when she got on the train
Found a space between the coffee stains
Struggling to lift her suitcase
Pushing back the hair from her face
Here in my seat
I feel a rush beneath my feet
She's just a girl on a train
I'll probably never see her again
The girl on the train
Never even asked her her name
The girl on the train
Wonder if she's feeling the same
She looks listlessly at magazines
Past the horoscopes and beauty creams
Through the suburbs and the scrubland
I wonder whether she understands
This world is drab
You've got to take wh
DREAM-SONG
Would you like to sail the sea, like a pirate, wild and free?
Cast your whole life upon the wind, well it's your song, and it's your dream.
Would you like, to turn the page; Fight the dragon, or find your maid,
Makin' merry at the village green, well it's your song, and it's your dream.
Would you like to lead the band, hittin' that old time sweet Dixieland,
And that side show go marchin' on, well it's your song, and it's your dream.
Would you like to be a song, like a river just rolls along,
Teach the whole world how to sing, well it's your song, and it's your dream.
It's your song, and it's your dream.