Last Train

Rain on the brain Now there's flowers in your window She, well she's so strange I don't know anything about her But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna write a song Gonna sing it to everyone And then I'll sing it to you 'cos it was you that wrote it too This could be the last train Search within yourself for feelings Everybody's got them You left me on the shelf And now there's no-one to rely on But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna buy a gun Gonna shoot eberything, everyone And then I'm coming for you 'cos it was you that drove me to This could be the last train Woo-woo Woo-woo Woo-woo Woo-woo Rear window Wit the room in her hair And on her jacket There's a picture of che guevara As he sits beneath the tree But that's not important But he look a bit like me If you took all the little feelings in your heart And took all those little feelings apart Oh well now What's the point in doing all of that? --- Last Train - Travis