Adrian Borland Follow

Face cracks in the morning sun
Ageing thirty eight days in one
With no recall of half of all the
Stupid, drunken things I?ve done
I sunk until it made me ill
Tequila smile meet whisky kiss
The last train out of Shatterville
Is one I can?t afford to miss
All the way from making sense
To the floor of some bar
I have gone the distance, yes
It really isn?t very far
When you?ve seen enough
Chances rushing past
And you wish you could stop falling
Then the last train out of Shatterville
It?s calling ..it?s calling .. it?s calling
Now I don?t want to fill this room
With what I?ve got to say to you
What gives me the right to speak
I stayed too long myself it?s true
But I saw you on the street last dawn
As you slid from kerb to bonnet
When that train pulls out
In the cold morning light
Just be on it (4×)