Cinderella was on the last train That stops at every station Yes, she stayed long after midnight Yes, she gave in to temptation She thought her lipstick and her hairspray Would stand her in good stead And Cinderella is on the last train When she should 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 should make when she gets home Like a bomb scare or an accident Nowhere near a working phone
Cinderella was on the last train That stops at every station Yes, she stayed long after midnight And she gave in to temptation She thought her lipstick and her hairspray Would stand her in good stead And Cinderella is on the last train When she should be home in bed
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 That stops at every station Yes, he stayed long after midnight And yes, he gave in to temptation He thought her lipstick and her hairspray Would stand him in good stead He's with Cinderella on the last train When he should be home in bed
The dawn - it rises in the distance Like one they'd never seen before Now there's a poem on the window And there are burnmarks on the floor
And the collector walks straight past them Returning to his flask of tea He's smiling safely in the knowledge He's the only one that's paid to be
With Cinderella on the last train That stops at every station Yes, she stayed long after midnight Yes, she gave in to temptation He thought her lipstick and her hairspray Would stand her in good stead Now Cinderella is on the last train When she should be home in bed