The Last Train Home

I missed the last train home again

Sat beneath the station clock

Listening to strangers make plans

For places I forgot

Funny how a town

can change

Without moving

an inch

So I’ll take the long way home Let the highway do the

talking

There’s a version of me somewhere Who still thinks that door is

open But I’ve learned to let it close Without pretending I don’t

know

Sometimes the road gets lonely

Before it gets you home

I found your photograph today

Inside an old coat pocket

For once I didn’t turn away

I just looked at it

and stopped

I don’t miss who we were

I miss who I thought we’d be

There’s a difference between the two I’m finally learning

to see

So I’ll take the long way home

Let the highway do the talking

There’s a version of me somewhere Who still thinks that door is

open But I’ve learned to let it close Without pretending I don’t

know

Sometimes the road gets lonely

Before it gets you

home