The Last Train From Yesterday

Wandering alone, my steps guided by the night To a place I've been so many times before The echo of the past returns Are there any memories left to explore Sat down on the same station bench as last time Smells like burnt metal and ozone Waiting for the lonely sound of a distant train Until I hear the whistle howl, an endless tone And the last train from yesterday comes rushing through With faces and voices that I once knew How I miss the time that has passed The warmth and the laughter that didn't last I see all the familiar faces behind the pale glass And some childhood neighbours from down on my street The people I missed since a long time ago Bound to a station where lost eras meet Air force comrades, and there's the man from my job There's my grandfather waving, I see him so bright The smoke starts to clear, the smell fades away "Take me along!" I cry out to the night The schedule board is blank and long forgot An old man alone, falling down to his knees Waiting for days gone And the last train from yesterday comes rushing through With faces and voices that I once knew How I miss the time that has passed The warmth and the laughter that didn't last The schedule board is blank and long forgot An old man alone, falling down to his knees Waiting for days gone And the last train from yesterday comes rushing through With faces and voices that I once knew How I miss the time that has passed The warmth and the laughter that didn't last Waiting for the last train Waiting for the last train from yesterday Waiting for the last train Waiting for the last train from yesterday