What I have in mind isn't all we have

Three minutes 'til the last train leaves

We can read our books in lieu of a lay

Three hours 'til the first train leaves

That is to say that the night is young

But we're not get any younger

And the bed's too big for one person

And it's not getting any warmer

In the end, in the beginning worry was winning, our days were done

In the car on the highway I wasn't always as calm as I seemed

For the tape, for the record all of those records I bought as I fake

Who gives a shit about vinyl these days

What I have in mind isn't all we have

Three minutes 'til the last train leaves