Last Train this evening, loudspeaker called
Station was empty, dirty and small
Her voice surprised me
Could have been sixty, face like a child
Yellow teeth blended by lipsticky smile
She crept beside me, her arms around me
She whispered soft and sweet
I heard many stories and most I believe
I'll try to recount hers, a tall one indeed
So try to receive me

She broke from me flashing those brown limelust eyes
Said she was off to that someplace sublime
I hoped that maybe she would invite me
I wanted nothing more then
Last Train was leaving, doors slid on closed
I climbed up the stairwell and started on home
The night was so cold