In the dead of night, beneath the silver moon,

A lonely whistle echoes, a haunting tune.

Tracks that lead to nowhere, a journey undefined,

On the last train to nowhere, leave it all behind.

On the last train to nowhere, shadows fall,

Through the misty valleys and the silent call.

With every mile, we leave the past behind,

Searching for a place that we may never find.

Windows fogged with memories, of days long gone,

Faces in the darkness, ghosts that linger on.

A world in shades of gray, a dream that's lost its way,

On the last train to nowhere, we silently sway.

On the last train to nowhere, shadows fall,

Through the misty valleys and the silent call.

With every mile, we leave the past behind,

Searching for a place that we may never find.

The journey’s long and endless, no destination near,

Whispers in the darkness, of a future unclear.

But through the rolling hills, and the winding tracks,

Hope is still the passenger, that never looks back.

On the last train to nowhere, shadows fall,

Through the misty valleys and the silent call.

With every mile, we leave the past behind,

Searching for a place that we may never find.

In the quiet of the dawn, the train rolls on,

Into the great unknown, where we belong.

On the last train to nowhere, dreams take flight,

In the endless journey, through the night.