Last Train Read

(hmmm-mm-mm) Last train left the platform cold

Read receipt is getting old

Grey concrete, a silent phone

I watch the signal die alone (yeah)

And you still look at my stories

Waiting for the bell to ring

But there is no street-corner glory

In a silent, broken thing

(no, no, no)

Your screen glows, my numbers fade

Inside the choices that we made

Watching shadows cross the track

You want a call that won't come back

(it won't come back)

And you still look at my stories

Waiting for the bell to ring

But there is no street-corner glory

In a silent, broken thing

No call tonight... Just the platform hum... (hmmm-mm)