Take the last train to nowhere
by the time that you get back,
i'll be here
somewhere in this crowd of straight-faced lies
and lost among the miles of fast-paced lives
and honest dreams
of going backwards
we're going backwards
against the grain
forget my name
cause i will be gone
to better days
when we were young
when december rain would fall
and autumn leaves as well
and the world would stop for anyone
and not just for a while
and the walls that tore us down
were never quite so high
and we understood the world
this unforgiving life
it's got to get better cause
this must be the most complicated waste of time
so i turn to you
to rip the pages from the book
as the air-waves sing
