Manhattan's Iron Horses

Strange voices calling me back home
I should not have come here alone
I called you from the station
The hands of your voice reached through the phone
Saying «what took you so long.»
(Ride, ride, ride)
This is the last train out
(Ride, ride, ride)
I’m gonna ride it
When I get back to you
We’ll sit out back just like we used to
Sit quietly trading eyes
We’ll stay up for nights on end
You know we always outlived the lamplight;
We’ll get up and do it all again, again, and again
(Ride, ride, ride)
This is the last train out
(Ride, ride, ride)
I’m gonna ride it
Tonight a world is stretched out between us
Before long we’ll be laughing in the same room
All this pain will be a world away
When all is said and done
My mind’s on the tracks through the fields
And my heart is racing speed and steam
My soul is waking up out of a long-haul dream
I don’t care how rough the track is
I’ll cross bridges as they’re falling down
There’s no circumstance that can keep me away from you
No rainstorm I won’t pull through
(Ride, ride, ride)
This is the last train out
(Ride, ride, ride)
I’m gonna ride it