I said “I don't believe in marriage
It's a Patriarchal scam”
You said “meet me at the station
Train departs at 6am”
I packed my bags and left my politics in bed
And I waited on the platform
With your smile stuck in my head

So we went through the rain to the place where we found our hearts
They were buried under shit and old debris
And I swear that I had something
And I know you felt it too
But that commute at Quintinshill defeated me

In spite of everything I've done
I'll knuckle down, I'll carry on
In spite of everything that's wrong
I'll try to write a hopeful song
No matter where I go
No matter what I do
My heart will always be at Gretna Green
Waiting there for you

At Gretna, I wait for you