and over in the teacher's home she waited by the phone
for calls which never rang
and people who never sang
train man rambled dusty into town and made his daily round
train man and he comes in the night
brings her no love but he's right
through fog and misty morning dew
and he had touched her heart
though he never stopped to speak a word his voice was all she heard
train man and he comes in the night
brings her no love but he's right
little girl you're a pretty little girl
won't you come with me a while
little girl in your frilly little world
won't you give me your sweet smile
if you come tonight bring someone
if you come tonight bring someone
if you come alone don't come
she held his hand and whispered soft
he just grumbled like engine as it rumbles
train man and he knows something's wrong and he's right