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

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