[Verse 1: Wall-of-sound girl-group female lead, big and bright over the booming drums] Platform four at the station, and the clock says ten to nine Every girl in her Sunday coat is standin' on the line There's a hundred duffel bags and a hundred polished shoes And a hundred kinds of goodbye that nobody wants to use And you're standin' by the pillar with your hat in both your hands Like you're waitin' on a verdict, like a boy who understands That the train don't wait for nobody, and the whistle doesn't care And you're liftin' up your fingers, boy, don't you dare [Chorus: girl-group female lead, castanets and sleigh bells on every beat, huge] Don't you wave me off, boy, don't you wave me off Hold me like the train ain't comin', like the clock is wrong Every girl on this platform's got a soldier in her arms Don't you wave me off, boy, kiss me, and I'll carry on [Verse 2: girl-group female lead, the twelve-string guitars ringing, the drums booming] We had one whole summer on the boardwalk and a ring out of a machine And a fast dance at the firehall where you stepped on both my feet And you swore you'd write on Sundays, and I swore I'd read 'em twice And you said you'd keep the radio on the station that we like Now the conductor's walkin' by with the watch out on its chain And the steam is on the window, and your face is in the pane And your mother brought a sandwich, and your sister brought a song And you look so brave and so scared, and you're holdin' on too long [Chorus: girl-group female lead, castanets and sleigh bells on every beat, huge] Don't you wave me off, boy, don't you wave me off Hold me like the train ain't comin', like the clock is wrong Every girl on this platform's got a soldier in her arms Don't you wave me off, boy, kiss me, and I'll carry on [Bridge: girl-group female lead, the drums booming bigger, then the uniform line] Then the sergeant calls the names out down the line of waitin' cars And the boys go up the steps with their duffels and guitars "Kowalski, Doris, Private," and the girls all turn to see 'Cause the olive coat is mine, boy, and the duffel's on me And you're standin' in your Sunday hat, the one who has to stay And I'm the one who's goin', and you're the one who waves So hold me like a soldier, 'cause a soldier's what I am And I'll write you every Sunday, boy, I'll write you all I can [Chorus: girl-group female lead, castanets and sleigh bells on every beat, huge] Don't you wave me off, boy, don't you wave me off Hold me like the train ain't comin', like the clock is wrong Every girl on this platform's got a soldier in her arms Don't you wave me off, boy, kiss me, and I'll carry on [Outro: girl-group female lead, the wall-of-sound drums booming to the end] Kiss me, and I'll carry on Platform four, and I'm gone [End]
