Sunday is only two days away 
Already they said a train [bad word] in late 
I’ll wait 
This reminds me of last year 
September, I think 
When you said you loved me 
But you had to leave me 
So I’ll wait, I said 

On a Sunday train 
I can hear the whistle 
Blowing you away 
On a Sunday train 
I can hear the steeple bells 
Ringing a refrain 
And I’ll say goodbye, again and again 
Cause I can’t get it out of my head 
And I’ll wait like I wait for every Sunday train 

It’s cold here tonight 
Christmas I think 
Did you get my letter? 
The paper was like this blue and pink 
Two hours to go now 
And already I’m here 
Seat 24A just like you told me last year 
They said it might snow 
And there’ll probably be rain 
The wind’s gonna blow 
I’ll be here just the same 
Cause I don’t want to miss you 
And baby I miss you [bad word] on back this way 

On a Sunday train 
I can hear the whistle 
Blowing you away 
On a Sunday train 
I can hear the steeple bells 
Ringing a refrain 
And I’ll say goodbye, again and again 
Cause I can’t get it out of my head 
And I’ll wait like I wait 
I’ll wait like I wait 
I’ll wait like I wait for every Sunday train