Cinderella was on the last train
That stops at every station
Yes, she stayed long after midnight
Yes, she gave in to temptation
She thought her lipstick and her hairspray
Would stand her in good stead
And Cinderella is on the last train
When she should be home in bed

The man - he leans across the table
With his coat over his arm
Hoping she might read its label
Its his one and only charm

While she's thinking of excuses
She should make when she gets home
Like a bomb scare or an accident
Nowhere near a working phone

Cinderella was on the last train
That stops at every station
Yes, she stayed long after midnight
And she gave in to temptation
She thought her lipstick and her hairspray
Would stand her in good stead
And Cinderella is on the last train
When she should be home in bed

The man - he stares at her reflection
Hoping he won't catch her eye
She's just a face against the darkness
With streetlights flying backwards in the sky

The train - it stops between two stations
A cold wind blows over his knee
And he's filled with trepidation
When he thinks where he should be:

Not with Cinderella on the last train
That stops at every station
Yes, he stayed long after midnight
And yes, he gave in to temptation
He thought her lipstick and her hairspray
Would stand him in good stead
He's with Cinderella on the last train
When he should be home in bed

The dawn - it rises in the distance
Like one they'd never seen before
Now there's a poem on the window
And there are burnmarks on the floor

And the collector walks straight past them
Returning to his flask of tea
He's smiling safely in the knowledge
He's the only one that's paid to be

With Cinderella on the last train
That stops at every station
Yes, she stayed long after midnight
Yes, she gave in to temptation
He thought her lipstick and her hairspray
Would stand her in good stead
Now Cinderella is on the last train
When she should be home in bed

Should be home in bed
She should be home in bed