Last Station
What can I offer you
I know you've had a drink or two
Stumbling around in 6 inch heels
I wish we could talk like you were no big deal
What can I do for you
That other men haven't done to you
When my hair recedes and I lose my sight
How can I hold your hand through the night
Follow your train to its last station
Follow, follow, follow
Follow your train to its last station
Follow, follow, follow
If the taste of someone else's love
Scattered like confetti in the stars above
Like an old movie playing in the park
I know the end but I'll watch it unfold in the dark
Yeah so carry me Los Angeles
I'm stuck here on your waiting list
You're giving me looks but I'm giving them away
I can't hear you over the music anyway
I never burned through love that let me loose
I only set the table for the company I choose
Baby I'll be your ashtray
Tomorrow will be a brand new day