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
