The Last Train Home

Empty station, ticking clock,

Midnight train, doors unlocked.

A one-way ride to the past,

Trying to outrun what couldn’t last.

(Chorus)

The last train home, will you be there?

Or just a memory in the air?

Windows fogged, reflections fade,

As time slips through the tracks we laid.

(Bridge)

Maybe I’ll see you at the next stop,

Or maybe this is where we get off.

But no matter how far we roam,

I’ll still search for the last train home.