She won't find out where you are
She's searching through the sleeper car.
Dining's car's overcrowded
Smoking car looks too clouded.
Hide above the luggage rack
Up there she'll never get you back.
Fill her with desperation
As the train nears the station.
Hiding with the suits and bags
With red and yellow luggage tags
There comes a slow sensation
Slide into hibernation.
Rolling hills burst with elation
Laughing as train enters station
Nobody's getting off here
They're all searching high and low
Leave while you can, the coast's clear
Make your move now
She won't know.