Well I follow him to the station
With a suitcase in my hand.
Yeah, I follow him to the station
With a suitcase in my hand.
Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell
When all your love's in vain.
When the train pulled up to the station
I looked him in the eye.
When the train pulled up to the station
And I looked him in the eye.
Felt so sad so lonesome
That I could not help but cry.
And all my love was in vain.
Well the train left the station
With two lights on behind.
Well the train left the station
With two lights on behind.
Well, the blue light was my blues
And the red light was my mind.
And all my love is in vain.
And all my love is in vain.
And all my love is in vain.