Last Train Home - Blues Company

Went down to the station

My guitar in my hand

25 (a couple of) dollars

From a one night stand

The streets were empty

I was tired to the bone

With a one way ticket

For the last train home

I stepped into the kiosk diner

To get out of the cold

Bought me a burger

Nicotine and alcohol

The bench was rusty

The curtains dirty and old

As I sat there waiting

For the last train home

Ther´s a girl at the window

Staring out at the night

She asks for a cigarette

And gives me a light

And we talk about tomorrow

And the places we´ll go

When we reach our destination

On the last train home