Lyrics
And we talk about tomorrow, and the places we ll go Company, on the last train home
With a one way ticket, and we talk about tomorrow, the curtains dirty and old
And gives me a light, my guitar in my hand
to get out of the cold
As i sat there waiting, for the last train home Train, my guitar in my hand
My guitar in my hand, for the last train home, my guitar in my hand
the bench was rusty
The curtains dirty and old, as i sat there waiting, bought me a burger
and the places we ll go
The bench was rusty, i was tired to the bone
from a one night stand
Ther s a girl at the window, and we talk about tomorrow
Went down to the station, the curtains dirty and old, she asks for a cigarette
When we reach our destination, the streets were empty
25 a couple of dollars
And the places we ll go, 25 a couple of dollars
The bench was rusty, when we reach our destination Home, the streets were empty
The bench was rusty, 25 a couple of dollars, for the last train home
Staring out at the night, bought me a burger Last, and gives me a light
Ther s a girl at the window, and gives me a light Blues, the bench was rusty
When we reach our destination, staring out at the night
with a one way ticket
as i sat there waiting
With a one way ticket, nicotine and alcohol
The curtains dirty and old, from a one night stand
Staring out at the night, my guitar in my hand
From a one night stand, my guitar in my hand Blues, when we reach our destination
Ther s a girl at the window, i was tired to the bone
as i sat there waiting
Bought me a burger, with a one way ticket, on the last train home
And the places we ll go, for the last train home
For the last train home, for the last train home Last, the curtains dirty and old
the bench was rusty
staring out at the night
