She got on the train at Cricklewood

The train pulled in the station like a slow approaching hearse
I climbed aboard reluctantly for better or for worse
Another day of tedium lay ahead with no reprieve
And I sat in sleepy silence with my mind on better things

She got on the train at Cricklewood and she sat across from me
I was wakened from my slumber wondering was this still a dream
She had auburn hair that tumbled to her shoulders in a wave
And a smile so warm and welcoming she just took my breath away

As I fumbled in my pocket so my glasses hit the floor
She cheerfully retrieved them then we talked a little more
Her voice was sweet and gentle with a soft Canadian lilt
Then she settled down to read her book while I just stared and blinked

She got off the train at Kings Cross as I watched her smile and go
And I sat there wishing somehow I had let my feelings show
But I never asked to see her, you don't do that, it's not done
It's the morning rush for work and all you do is cut and run

Still I take the train each morning on a good day it's not bad
You can fool yourself you're dreaming and not really going mad
And if you catch me smiling I'll be thinking of the day
She got on the train at Cricklewood and just took my breath away

Hooray for Cricklewood
She took my breath away

Chris Flegg 2006