Last Stop to Nowhere

In a deserted dirty station
A passenger is in wait
He has a ticket for the last train
The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted
Last stop to nowhere
An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun
His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired
The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted
One more glimpse at his silver clock
Its white disc is almost liquid
The twelve numbers are something distant
The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted
Last stop to nowhere
His life, his memories will be left back
Nothing to carry on this journey
There are no luggages aside him
The train has arrived as a shadow at night
And it’s whistle is giving the signal
Last stop to nowhere
In a deserted, dirty station
A passenger is in wait
He has a ticket for the last train
The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted
Last stop to nowhere