Текст: Barbara Dickson. Gold. Taking The Next Train Home.

Hang on honey, no need to sacrifice
We can find you a different road
Throw down your dark glasses and your alibis
Confession is good for the soul
Don't pull the punches, truth must be told
Your old excuses are leaving me cold

CHORUS :

Taking the next train home
Following lines that I've followed before
Taking the time alone
Honey, when you're leaving would you close my door

I'll see you later, maybe in a week or two
It'll give you the time to composse
And when you come out fighting I'll be cheering you
You can feel like you're stealing the show
Act like you mean it, don't let me down
Don't disappoint me by playing the clown

CHORUS

I've seen you priceless honey, there's a change in you
Like you jumped from ruby to stone
There's not a spark of brightness that remains in you
So I'll carry the light on my own
Act like you mean it, don't let me down
Don't disappoint me by playing the clown

CHORUS x 2

Taking the next train home