Went down to the station My guitar in my hand 25 (a couple of)dollars From a one night stand The streets were empty I was tired to the bone With a one way ticket For the last train home I stepped into the kiosk diner To get out of the cold Bought me a burger Nicotine and alcohol The bench was rusty The curtains dirty and old As I sat there waiting For the last train home Ther's a girl at the window Staring out at the night She asks for a cigarette And gives me a light And we talk about tomorrow And the places we'll go When we reach our destination On the last train home