Last Train Out
The phone rings in a desert side motel.
He is calling perhaps to wish her well.
He is searching would he find the words?
He is wondering has he got the nerve?
She says, “If you’ve got something to say to me
Well you better say it now, ’cause
I’m getting married in the morning.
If you got something to say to me
You better spit it out.”
’Cause he was thinking of the last train
Thinking of the last train
Thinking of the last train out
While counting millions
Of choices all gone wrong
Silver linings squandered, bled and gone
Seeking diamonds down in Mexico
Though he loved her, should he let her go?
When he woke up from a storm of dreams
Her name he did cry out
Her marriage vow was quickly coming
She had wanted to believe in him
Although she had her doubts
He could catch the last train
Run and catch the last train
He could catch the last train out
Her father heard the voice on the phone
Grabbed the extension said
“You must leave her alone
You were selfish accept the die is cast
Don’t you wreck this. Keep it in the past.”
She cries, “When I really needed you
That’s when it all fell out
And it’s my right not to be lonely
So how would it be different?
How can I really count?
To be waiting for the last train
Waiting on the last train
Waiting on the last train out?”
His resolution had led him to the rails
Open questions, could he still prevail?
No clear objective, but to let her know
Heart beating fire driving him to go
It was a touch Shakespearean
At the church when she ran out
She knew true love when it came calling
The groom went into a rage
As the guests began to shout
Someone had caught the last train
Ran and caught the last train
Fought and got the last train out
Her love had caught the last train
True love had caught the last train
He had caught the last train out