I’m almost seeing double as the bourbon multiplies
But there you are as clear as day every time I close my eyes
I’m bellied up and buying drinks for strangers gathered round
How long can you live the dream before it lets you down?

I’m taking the last train home
I’m taking the last train home
I’m standing at the station, feeling stranded and alone
I’m taking the last train home

The girl behind the bar is nice until the last bell rings
She’s sweeping out the regulars who beg for one more drink
In the cold, no place to go, I’m following my feet
Three sheets to a chilly wind on 42nd street

I’m taking the last train home
I’m taking the last train home
I’m standing at the station, feeling stranded and alone
I’m taking the last train home

There was a time in my life
I would have stayed out all night
With my glass raised up high my face all aglow,
drinkin to what? Baby, I don’t know.

I’m taking the last train home
I’m taking the last train home
I’m standing at the station, feeling stranded and alone
I’m taking the last train home
I’m taking the last train home
I’m taking the last train home