Mia Del Soul, The Soul Jazz Era The Last Train Out

The platform clock is five minutes slow
Your suitcase stands where the cold winds blow
You say, I need a life that doesn't fit this town
I hear the train before it makes a sound
I could ask you to stay, I could make it hard
But love is not a locked door or a losing card
Take the last train out, take the long way home
I will not turn your leaving into something you owe
If the world gets heavy, if the night gets loud
Remember I was proud of you before I was proud
You press your ticket into my open hand
Like proof that we were real, like proof I understand
The conductor calls, and the doors begin to close
Some goodbyes are kinder when nobody knows
I will walk back slowly, I will let it hurt
I will make a morning out of all this dirt
You don't have to promise that we will be the same
I can bless the road without cursing your name
Take the last train out, take the long way home
I will not turn your leaving into something you owe
If the world gets heavy, if the night gets loud
Remember I was proud of you before I was proud
The red lights vanish, the rails shine black
I wave until the dark waves back