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| Last train home © Copyright George Papavgeris, Sep 2004 You worked your socks off through the week, at least ten hours a day You gave your job its share of flesh, and fairer you can't say It's Friday and the week is up, and sure as facts are facts It's time to join your colleagues in the wine bar and relax But as each round just follows round and free the wine flows You feel a constant nagging from your conscience, for it knows You really should be home by now, why don't you use your brain So pay the bill and hit the street, and run to catch the train. Last train home Miss this, and you're all alone Last train home You're far too old to roam How long d'you think you'll make it in this jungle on your own Don't bother with the flowers now Just catch the last train home. Once more they will have eaten and the table will be cleared Once more you will not kiss goodnight the ones that you hold dear Each week the same old story, every time the same refrain And all the while you think you're safe because she won't complain But if she doesn't could it be she knows that you won't hear And so the time of reckoning is drawing ever near The friends you're clinking glasses with are only for today Back home the bill is mounting up and soon you'll have to pay. Last train home... You fell in love and swore that all your life you will stay true And sure enough you meant it it on the day you said "I do" But then you joined the rat race to provide the best you can You learned to be a worker and forgot to be a man Eight hours a day were not enough, you started overtime And late became later still, you learned alone to dine The ones you wanted to be with, you left them all behind A wallet full of money 's not enough, as you will find Last train home... |
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