Chamberlain Manhattan's Iron Horses (The Last Train Out)
Strange voices calling me back home.
I should not have come here alone.
I called you from the station,
the hands of your voice reached through the phone,
saying "what took you so long."
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
This is the last train out,
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
I'm gonna ride it.
When I get back to you
we'll sit out back just like we used to,
sit quietly trading eyes.
We'll stay up for nights on end,
you know we always outlived the lamplight;
we'll get up and do it all again, again, and again.
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
This is the last train out,
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
I'm gonna ride it.
Tonight a world is stretched out between us,
before long we'll be laughing in the same room.
All this pain will be a world away
when all is said and done.
My mind's on the tracks through the fields,
and my heart is racing speed and steam.
My soul is waking up out of a long-haul dream.
I don't care how rough the track is.
I'll cross bridges as they're falling down.
There's no circumstance that can keep me away from you,
no rainstorm I won't pull through.
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
This is the last train out,
[(Ride, ride, ride)]
I'm gonna ride it.
