Waiting for a train, full of hate 
Just track and city beyond the gate 
The breath of an ugly stranger in my face 
Just waiting to get the hell out of this place 

If in a week's time you're not mine 
I'm gonna touch that live line 
Oh that live line 
Oh that live line 

I was your heaven, I was your hell 
I was at the scene when our true love fell 
A murderer sweeping up its broken shell 
Pocketing the dust and the dirt from our fragile spell 

If in a week's time you're not mine 
I'm gonna touch that live line 
Oh that live line 
Oh that live line 

Into the morning this train's jerking on 
I'm not sure of what I'm running from 
It's so hard to love you when your love is gone 
Let go of the hope that I've had for so long 

If in a week's time you're not mine 
I'm gonna touch that live line 
If in a week's time you're not mine 
I'm gonna touch that live line 
Oh that live line