Empty Bottles

Crippled anger from a crippled brain
Crippled footsteps through a crippled train
Bloody head wound leaves a bloody stain
On a raincoat smelling from the rain
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
Knees together, handbag nicely perched
Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch
And through the window she keeps her constant stare
Which is funny, because there’s nothing there
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
The carriage lurches like the drunken man
Swaying sideways through the wasteland
While never flinching, the wheels keep tight reign
Like the girl, like the girl staring through the pane
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
Oh, it’s the last train
It’s the last train home
Is that any comfort?
Is that any comfort?
Is that any comfort?