Last Train to Clarkston Letra

Been out they're coming home.

Stood on the platform without shoes,
She's got nothing left to lose,
Yourself in a crowd of one,
Don't draw a line beneath a line beneath your fun.

No waiting in the taxi queue.
The suburb it is calling you,
Homecoming queen upon her throne,
On the last train,
She's on the last train,
I've missed the last train home.

Saturday people at the train,
Been out, they're coming home again,
Again, again and again,
Been out they're coming home.

Mis-read the signals red on black,
Honey I'm on the wrong track,
Frustration in the railway station,
I'm going back (repeat to end).