Standing on the westbound tracks with my hands in my pockets,
The wind blows against my back, pushing me down the line;
Guess I've had enough of this empty feeling,
Finally going to leave all this pain behind.
Holding back past, of a love gone lonely;
Bought a ticket, free at last.
Figured I'll take a ride,
Round here I can't shake what seems to end me;
I'll be somewhere else come morning light.
CHORUS
Gonna take the last train to San Antone,
Give my troubled mind somwhere to go.
Wanna get lost in that old city;
A stranger there may have some pity.
What's around the bend I'll never know
If I'm not on that train to San Antone.
Staring out across the night,
I find hope through the darkness;
Feel a rumble, seeing light,
Looks about a mile away.
My emptiest patient of tomorrow
Keeps my heart from hanging on to yesterday.
Repeat CHORUS
Gonna take the last train to San Antone.
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