Verse 1
The girl in the doorway aint travelin’ your way
She’s got mistakes to make you couldn't make in her place, take a look in her face

Verse 2
You got your best suit, your papers, some bad news
She’s got some comfort to sell & her own lies to tell, season ticket to hell

Chorus
Sharin’ a platform, same ole train
She’s paid to return but she can’t go back again

Verse 3
She’s growin’ old early, no sweet blushing girl she
Measures the height of a man by spitting in his eye & it aint no surprise

Verse 4
Maybe once or twice you thought it might be nice too
Roll in the dirt with a woman whose there to be hurt, a cheap piece of skirt

Verse 5
It’s a grown up thing, no conscience & no strings
The used & the users don’t notice the bruises at all; maybe she’s had a fall

Verse 6
Step down from the carriage; run home to your marriage
A lamb from the slaughter kiss your baby daughter to bed & leave your worst fears unsaid
(kiss your baby daughter to sleep & hope the secret will keep) (2nd Time)