Текст песни
Tickets punched and the whistle blows
Where the journey ends, nobody knows
But I got a destination in my heart
I hated every second we were apart
The wheels are singing on the iron track
I’m finally, finally coming back
The landscape blurring in a shade of green
The longest week that I have ever seen
On the last train home to you tonight
Watching the passing city light
Every mile is a minute less
To end this loneliness and stress
Prepare the table, pour the wine
I’m crossing the county line
I’m coming home.
I read a book but didn't read a word
The sweetest voice that I have ever heard
Is waiting for me at the station gate
I pray to God the train is not too late
My reflection in the window pane
Is smiling through the mist and through the rain
I see your face in every passing town
I’m never gonna let you down
The conductor calls the final stop
My heart begins to skip and drop
On the last train home to you tonight
Watching the passing city light
Every mile is a minute less
To end this loneliness and stress
Almost there.
The station lights.
I see you.
Home.
