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A Sunday shirt, a second skin, I left a note beside your cup, A promise I would call. The kitchen clock was running fast, My coat was in the hall. A Sunday shirt, a second skin, A ticket creased in two. I watched the houses losing shape And tried not to think of you. **[Chorus · 0:47–1:06]** Let the last train leave without me, Let the wheels keep rolling on. For the first time in a long time, I can stay where I belong. A basement door on Dean Street, A girl who took my coat. She asked me what I'd come here for— The words stuck in my throat. “From Leicester?” Then she smiled at me, “I used to live near there.” She cleared a space beside her friends And pulled an empty chair. Let the last train leave without me, Let the wheels keep rolling on. For the first time in a long time, I can stay where I belong. I'll call you when the morning comes. Tonight, I need to hear these drums. Let the last train leave without me, Let the wheels keep rolling on. For the first time in a long time, I'm not watching—I'm singing along. From Leicester to Soho… Let the last train go.
