Standing all alone on Buchanan Street

The sun's burning down, burning holes in my feet

On the cobble stone, I am all alone

Then she comes along and she wants to know my name

I will play along with her little game

On the cobble stone, I am all alone

Sitting on the grass by the River cClyde

She's holding her guitar, playing by my side

We are alone, we are skin and bone

Losing ourselves in the afternoon

I hate farewells when they come so soon

We are all alone, we are skin and bone

We are skin and bone

We are skin and bone

We are skin and bone

We are skin and bone

Oh, my darling, there's a train and it's coming

You better pack your bags before I start running

Oh, my darling, there's a train and it's coming

You better pack your bags before I start running away

Running away

Running away

Running away

Oh, my darling, there's a train and it's coming

You better pack your bags before I start running

And oh, my darling, there's a train and it's coming

You better pack your bags before I start running

Oh, my darling there's a train and it's coming

You better pack your bags before I start running

And oh, my darling, there's a train and it's coming for you

It's coming for you

It's coming for you

It's coming for you