Cinde^Crella was on the last train that ^Amistops at every station Yes, she ^Fstayed long after midnight, yes, she ^Amigave in to temptation She thought her ^Clipstick and her hairspray would s^Amitand her in good stead And Cinde^Frella is on the last train when she ^Amishould be home in bed The man - he leans across the table with his coat over his arm Hoping she might read its label its his one and only charm While she's thinking of excuses she mights use when she gets home Like a bomb scare or an accident nowhere near a working phone And Cinderella's on the last train... The man he stares at her reflection hoping he won't catch her eye She's just a face against the darkness with streetlights flying backwards in the sky The train it stops between two stations a cold wind blows over his knee And he's filled with trepidation when he thinks where he should be Not with Cinderella on the last train... instrumental verse bit The dawn it ^Dmirises in the ^Amidistance like one they'd ^Dminever seen be^Amifore Now there's a ^Dmipoem on the ^Fwindow and there are ^Gburnmarks on the ^Ffloor And the ^Dmicollector walks straight ^Amipast them returning ^Dmito his flask of^Ami tea He's smiling ^Dmisafely in the ^Fknowledge he's the onl^Gy one that's paid to ^Fbe That's paid to b^Ge with Cinderella on the last train... Should be home in bed, in bed, in bed...