On the Last Train
Intro
I’ve been stumbling along these lines
Strolling past dusty paths and walkways
Keeping my attention on the sign
My stare of a blaze
My eyes turn her way
For a second she captures me
Her figure a portrait
A sweet lady from Berkeley
Chorus
Twenty-five years from now
I might whisper to you Jane
Do you remember how
We met on the last train?
Verse
The blaze in my stare becomes calm
As it fills with delight
Her lips covered in strawberry balm
My inside sets alight
Such a response ain’t normal
My reactions outrageous
Yet blissful
As if I’ve known her for ages
Chorus
Twenty-five years from now
I might whisper to you Jane
Do you remember how
We met on the last train?
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