David DiMuzio Lyrics
“Last Train Out of Sydney”
The last train out of town hall station leaves at 1:45 in the morning
I jump in and grab a seat just before they give the fifteen minute warning
Two boys walk by chomping on their late night burritos
Talking about the girls they almost had
Least they’ve got each other tonight and they tried
Maybe next Saturday won’t go so bad
Women that look like my mother
Sleeping on the seats
Kids without a home it looks seem
For a minute off the streets
A teenager writes graffiti on the wall
But we’re too tired to say anything at all
Let her words be heard
On the last train out of Sydney
I couldn’t be more happy
I didn’t have to catch the bus tonight
If you’ve got three dollars fifty
You can take a ride
Through other people’s lives
On the last train out of Sydney
The darkness outside looks peaceful though who knows just how friendly
The houses lights dot the flat land like stars at night in one of those old cowboy movies
I heard working class man in a convenience store today
And it’s still stuck in my head
The graffiti is starting to dry I must sound tired as I let out a sigh
But it’s just I feel so content
The baby that’d stopped crying starts crying again
His mum wakes up unready for the second wind
And I wonder if when the baby thinks it’s with an Australian accent.
On the last train out of Sydney
I couldn’t be more happy
I didn’t have to catch the bus tonight
If you’ve got three dollars fifty
You can take a ride
Through other people’s lives
On the last train out of Sydney
We pull up to Korea town this is my stop my stop just a few blocks walk to my bed
I tell myself no one’ll bother me if I play my ipod and sing along in my head
Too bad I can’t get a bite to eat
Nothing’s open quite this late
I can smell the moon cakes
Baking for the next day
On the last train out of Sydney
I couldn’t be more happy
I didn’t have to catch the bus tonight
If you’ve got three dollars fifty
You can take a ride
Through other people’s lives
On the last train out of Sydney
You can take a ride
Through other people’s lives
On the last train out of Sydney