Last Train Out of Willow Creek (wersja 2)

Verse

Ticket counter's closed at half past nine

Conductor's calling, checking the line

Empty milk crate on the platform floor

Train don't wait for the ones who want more

I'm holding a suitcase, one strap is torn

Station agent waving like he already knows I'm gone

Chorus

Last train out of Willow Creek tonight

Every window's glowing red and white

Burning up the tracks through the pine

Say goodbye to this old familiar line

Hold my hands to the rail, don't look back

This is the last one, that's a fact

Verse

Porch light flickers on a house I used to own

Sister's waving from an empty window thrown

Dust on the platform where we used to stand

Engine breathing fire like it knows my plan

Chain link rattling as the cars pull away

Leaving every doubt and every name

Chorus

Last train out of Willow Creek tonight

Every window's glowing red and white

Burning up the tracks through the pine

Say goodbye to this old familiar line

Hold my hands to the rail, don't look back

This is the last one, that's a fact

Bridge

Maybe I'm running, maybe I'm flying free

Either way this is me, not what they see

No map, no compass, just the hum of steel

Just the echo of a version that's real

Watch the town go smaller in the rearview glass

Nothing left to lose now, nothing left to ask

Chorus

Last train out of Willow Creek tonight

Every window's glowing red and white

Burning up the tracks through the pine

Say goodbye to this old familiar line

Hold my hands to the rail, don't look back

This is the last one, that's a fact