(R. Johnson)



Well I followed her to the station

With a suitcase in my hand

Yeah, I followed her to the station

With a suitcase in my hand

Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell

When all your love's in vain



When the train come in the station

I looked her in the eye

Well the train come in the station

And I looked her in the eye

Whoa, I felt so sad so lonesome

That I could not help but cry



When the train left the station

It had two lights on behind

Yeah, when the train left the station

It had two lights on behind

Whoa, the blue light was my baby

And the red light was my mind



All my love was in vain



All my love's in vain