Last Train Home

Raindrops trace the passenger glass

Another town is fading fast

I still hold what we couldn't keep

Driving while the city's asleep

And the road stretches out in the dark

Every mile is a beautiful scar

We were bright, we were bound to depart (ahhhh)

Headlights sweep across the floor

I don't look back anymore

Just the hum of the tires below

Taking me where I need to go

Fading out like the radio

dial

(hmmm) We were real for a little while