It was late when she got on the train
Found a space between the coffee stains [bad word] to lift her suitcase
Pushing back the hair from her face
Here in my seat
I feel [bad word] 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 [bad word] I wonder whether she understands
This world is drab
You've got to take what you can grab
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

Through the suburbs and the [bad word] I wonder whether she understands
This world is drab
You've got to take what you can grab
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