**[Intro]**
The station clock is running slow,
the platform lights are burning low.
I bought a ticket somewhere west,
but I still haven't left.
**[Verse 1]**
There's a man behind the counter
counting coins beneath his breath.
A woman reads the same old headline
like she's waiting for what's next.
Someone laughs into a telephone,
then suddenly looks tired.
Funny how a little silence
can reveal what noise had tried to hide.
I've been carrying a suitcase
full of things I never use.
Old receipts and folded letters,
little proofs of what I lose.
And every city window
throws another face at me.
I keep wondering which reflection
is the one I'm meant to be.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Maybe I was waiting
for a sign above the door.
Maybe I was waiting
because waiting asks for nothing more.
**[Chorus]**
Take the last train home,
before the morning knows your name.
Leave the lights behind,
leave the reasons, leave the blame.
Take the last train home,
let the railway choose the way.
You can spend your whole life leaving
and still never get away.
**[Verse 2]**
I had dinner with an old friend
who now talks in careful lines.
He says everything is perfect,
then checks his watch four times.
He's got photographs of places
he was too busy to enjoy.
A house with empty bedrooms
and a shelf of childhood toys.
He asked me if I'm happy.
I almost told the truth.
Instead I made a joke
about the price of getting old.
We laughed a little louder
than the joke deserved.
Sometimes that's the only way
to stop the room from getting cold.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Maybe we keep moving
just to say we're going far.
Maybe distance looks impressive
when you don't know where you are.
**[Chorus]**
Take the last train home,
before the morning knows your name.
Leave the lights behind,
leave the reasons, leave the blame.
Take the last train home,
let the railway choose the way.
You can spend your whole life leaving
and still never get away.
**[Verse 3]**
There's a girl across the carriage
with her forehead on the glass.
She keeps drawing little circles
while the sleeping towns go past.
For a second I remember
being young enough to think
that every road was freedom,
every failure just a blink.
Now I measure time in invoices,
appointments, keys and doors.
In all the things I wanted
that don't excite me anymore.
But somewhere past the factories,
before the sky turns blue,
I feel the old world getting smaller
and something else come through.
**[Bridge]**
**[Wurlitzer and bass only]**
What if there is no arrival?
What if that's the trick?
What if all the things we chase
were never meant to fit?
**[Saxophone entering softly]**
What if home is not a place?
What if home is just the moment
when you finally stop pretending
you were lost?
**[Saxophone Solo]**
**[Final Chorus]**
Take the last train home,
before the morning knows your name.
Let the city fade,
let the windows lose their flame.
Take the last train home,
there is nothing left to prove.
Sometimes finding where you belong
starts with knowing when to move.
Take the last train home.
Don't ask where it ends.
Maybe all we ever needed
was the courage to begin.
**[Outro]**
The station clock was running slow.
I watched the platform disappear.
For once...
I didn't look behind.
