In this waiting room I wait,
Morning papers read,
Useless conversations had,
Talking with undead,

They treat me as a living soul,
And that I do not mind,
I've lingered here for decades now,
My life was so unkind,

They do not seem to bother,
At my ***** clothes and hair,
My blood staines all but disappeared,
Along with locks so fair,

Once a lady asked me,
Do you live round here,
I answered her quite boldly,
Of course I do just there,

I pointed out the waiting room,
Onto the tracks outside,
She looked at me disgusted like,
And laughed, as though I'd lied,

But this is where I wandered,
As I waited for my love,
He couldn't catch me quick enough,
That night I took a shove,

A shove into the coming train,
I would never out race,
My life was gone in an instant,
But I never saw their face,

But all of this i did not mind,
As i waited for my groom,
I knew it wouldn't be long now,
We would be leaving here quite soon,

He went to fetch my bridal bow,
The wind had blew it high,
I saw my friend Elizabeth,
She came to say goodbye,

But Elizabeth looked sorrowful,
Her tears rolled down her face,
Walking quite a march was she,
There was no need to race,

I remember calling Tommy,
Before I hit the track,
And seeing poor Elizabeth,
Pulling and holding him back,

The train had passed so quickly,
And when I looked to see,
There on the bank was my bridal bow,
No sight of Elizabeth or Tommy,

And so i wait and wait some more,
For he's bound to show quite soon,
Then we can take the track together,
On our long awaited honeymoon.