Her woman's weekly still lies on the chair Her flowery scent still floats in the air And on the fridge door, she still makes that face at me Her individualistic cat stays Right next to me when she's a few days Away for work across the country But on the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo my baby is coming home Awaiting the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo from El Paso through San Antone Her closet remains open just a crack It's still brimming, wonder what did she pack Mystery for which I don't have no answer And on her bistro table from the fifties I just put a nice bouquet of daisies Unsaid thing, hope it'll please her Cause on the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo my baby is coming home Awaiting the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo from El Paso through San Antone And on the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo my baby is coming home Awaiting the six o' two pm train Oh-wo-oh-wo from El Paso through San Antone