Yes, I saw you at the station, long-distance milesYou were leaving for the weekend, catching a 455With your new friend for the season, another Santa clownHelping to see that your fantasies go downAnd I have to wonder to myself, why you have to go so farDrifting with life's daydreams, trying to play the starI still remember when you said, baby now let's get awayAnd I followed you like a schoolboy, I guess that's part of the gameNow you call me, say you're sorry, goodbye long-distance loveYou said you'd like to see me, maybe just for a whileAnd you meet me at the station, there on platform 9And we're leaving for the weekend, riding the 455But I've played this scene too many times to ever feel the part againI don't really want to fake it, I already know the endSo bye-bye Cinderella, everything just has to changeAnd the midnight blues are calling, I guess that's part of the gameBut I've played this scene too many times to ever feel the part againI don't really want to fake it, I already know the endSo bye-bye Cinderella, everything just has to changeAnd the midnight blues are calling, I guess that's part of the game*