A G#m A G#m F#m G#m


[Verse]
A                           G#m
Standing on the station looking down the line
        F#m                                A
There's only one train every forty-five minutes
               G#m
And you're the only one there
           F#m
Except the man who sells the tickets
                            D
He can hardly speak English
            E
And you stand on your own
     A
You wish you were home
            G#m
But you don't really care
             D
And you know
 E
Nothing ever happens
  A
Nothing ever changes
    G#m
And nothing goes right
     F#m
Can't stand to be alone on a Saturday night
           A
And you know
          G#m
It's a cold hard feeling
            F#m
And you spent all your money
                         D
And have nothing to show
         E
And you wish you were home
         A                  G#m
But the meter keeps running
           D
And you know
 E                     A
Nothing ever happens here