Train Robbers' Wives - The Lucksmiths

Every second Saturday it’s off to Wormwood Scrubs

To sit within six inches of the man she loves

The visit’s twenty minutes

But it’s a whole day on the bus

Presses her fingers to the glass

And waits for twenty years to pass

But Renee’s remaining true

What else can she do?

Tried to take it on the chin

But god, it got her in the neck

She’s recognised in public

And in private she’s a wreck

Loves and marriages, loves and marriages

They can come apart like railway carriages

It’s not a bit like Frank Sinatra says

Train robbers' wives

For the best part of their lives…

For the worst part of their lives