Is it really any wonder
If there's a poor boy on the street
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you
I don't need them any more
The love that a stranger might receive?
Throw my ticket out the window
Then let him have my seat
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you
I don't need them any more
But it was more than I could do
Oh, your love comes on so strong
Throw my suitcase out there too
Throw my troubles out the door
I should have left this town this morning
You cast your spell and I went under
For tonight when I'll be staying here with you
I see that stationmaster, too
I can hear that whistle blowin'
I find it so difficult to leave
Throw my troubles out the door
And I've waited all day long