Are you harbouring a sorrow?
Are you harvesting the pain?
Do you wait at disused sidings for a late train,
for a late train?
Your wind swept hair is battered by the breeze
and so it whips across your face
held in place by sea salt and tears in the rain
and tears in rain
And I don't know where my feelings start
And I don't know where they'll end
I 'm on the 4:15 down to hard times
With tears in the rain (x2)
But I 'm not in isolation
There are people here at hand
And I'm the central figure that they all walk to
with their arms outstretched
More footsteps in quicksand
Footsteps into quicksand
And I don't know where my feelings start
And I don't know where they'll end
I 'm on the 4:15 down to hard times
With tears in the rain (x2)
Hear the whistle, feel the heat
The old train makes its last run
Gathers the people as it picks up speed
On its way to journeys done
Journeys done
Are you harbouring a sorrow?
Are you harvesting the pain?
Do you wait at disused sidings for a late train
For your last train?
And I don't know where my feelings start
And I don't know where they'll end
I 'm on the 4:15 down to hard times
With tears in the rain
(x2)