This is such a beautiful yet sombre song, sung with detachment by Sarah Cracknell and haunted by a contrast of humdrum normality (with hair-dos like mine; picked up her shoes from the red brick stairway) and surreal images (Rain falls like Elvis' tears; Just like a harpsichordist she moves). The name 'Hobart Paving' - possibly referring to a paving company in Croydon - is likewise both surreal and mundane.
I believe the girl wants to be saved. To be caught. She is on a train platform waiting for the train; perhaps all she can see is an advert for Hobart Paving. Its profound sadness, pessimism and exhaustion suggest finality - suicide, possibly.