http://Facebook.com/DavidDiMuzio <br />http://Myspace.com/daviddimuzio <br />http://Twitter.com/daviddimuzio <br />http://DavidDiMuzio.com <br /> <br />Last Train Out Of Sydney ...Written by: David DiMuzio <br /> <br />The last train out of town hall station leaves at 1:45 in the morning <br />I jump in and grab a seat just before they give the 15min. warning <br />Two boys walk by chomping on their late night burritos talking about the girls they almost had <br />Least theyve got each other tonight and they tried <br />Maybe next Saturday wont go so bad <br />Women that look like my mother <br />Sleeping on the seats <br />Kids without a home it looks seem <br />For a minute off the streets <br />A teenager writes graffiti on the wall but were too tired to say anything at all <br />let his/her words be heard <br /> <br />CHORUS: <br />On the last train out of Sydney <br />I couldnt be more happy <br />I didnt have to catch the bus tonight <br />If youve got three dollars fifty <br />You can take a ride <br />Through other peoples lives <br />On the last train out of Sydney <br /> <br />The darkness outside looks peaceful though who knows just how friendly <br />The houses lights dot the flat land like stars at night in one of those old cowboy movies <br />I heard working class man in a convenience store today <br />And its still stuck in my head <br />The graffiti is starting to dry I must sound tired as I let out a sigh <br />But its just I feel so content <br /> <br />The baby thatd stopped crying starts crying again <br />His mum wakes up unready for the second wind <br />And I wonder if when the baby thinks its with an Australian accent. <br /> <br />We pull up to Korea town this is my stop my stop just a few blocks walk to my bed <br />I tell myself no onell bother me if I play my ipod and sing along in my head <br /> <br />Too bad I cant get a bite to eat <br />Nothings open quite this late <br />I can smell the moon cakes <br />Baking for the next day
