Last Destination

Last Destination

Lüers-Gerdes / Velvetone

I went down to the station to catch an eastbound train.
Stepped up on the platform, try to leave this pain.
Sat down in the lounge car on a red and greasy seat.
Got into conversation ‚til night and day did meet.

I said I’m lookin‘ for a station – my last destination,
some kind of relief from my senseless thrills.

Stopped in a one-horse-town,
no one ever got off or called it home.
I left my car to shoulder the wheel,
had a bad job to do and I had to make it real.

I’m lookin‘ for a station – my last destination,
some kind of relief from my senseless thrills.

Like he’d been waitin‘, an old man came my way.
I saw my chance a-comin‘ when he said : „son , you’re lookin‘ for me ?“
„Grandpa, your time has come now“, my evil dreams fulfilled,
he smiled : „you’re dead right, son – but it’s my time to kill !“

Stopped lookin‘ for a station – found my last destination,
some kind of relief from my senseless thrills.