Yes she's leaving on the train,
Never coming back again.
The lines go far ahead…
Got a job fixed in the city.
Wants to be a star she's pretty.
And I don't get a part.
So please no more sad songs,
I've heard enough today.
Isn't it nice holding you tight,
Remember?
Left a note here on the floor
Where she used to knock the door.
I found when I got home.
Said, you're gonna be a singer
Be a star and real swinger.
I hope it's very nice.
Thought she was joking when I looked around,
Went to her room and saw her things had gone.
She must have flown, ah.
Yes she's left upon the train,
Never coming back again.
The lines went far away…
Got her job in the big city.
She became a star so pretty.
Now I don't know her name.