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