Standing on the station looking down the linenThere's only one train every forty-five minutesnAnd you're the only one therenExcept the man who sells the ticketsnHe can hardly speak EnglishnAnd you stand on your ownnYou wish you were homenBut you don't really care nAnd you knownNothing ever happensnNothing ever changesnAnd nothing goes rightnCan't stand to be alone on a Saturday nightnAnd you knownIt's a cold hard feelingnAnd you spent all your money nAnd have nothing to shownAnd you wish you were homenBut the meter keeps runningnAnd you know nNothing ever happens heren