She wrote her number on a matchbook cover
Before you knew it they were secret lovers
They'd meet at 4 o'clock beneath the covers
Another take before we lose the sun
She leaves the taxi and the dream is done
While the understudy's looking on
Hey, did we really have a chance?
Was it only just a dream
We created?
And like the disappearing sun
Our love will go on
Even as it's faded away…away…away
Meanwhile back at Olde Victoria Station
She tries to pick another destination
It seems the ticket taker's on vacation.