It was late in December;
The sky turned to snow;
All round the day was going down slow;
Night like a river beginning to flow;
I felt the beat of my mind;
Go drifting into time passages;
Years go falling in the fading light;
Time passages;
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight;

Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past;
The years run too short and the days too fast;
The things you lean on;
Are the things that don't last;
Well, it's just now;
And then my line gets cast into these;
Time passages;
There's something back here that you left behind;
Oh, time passages;
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight;

Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn;
Don't know why you should feel;
That there's something to learn;
It's just a game that you play;

Well, the picture is changing;
Now you're part of a crowd;
They're laughing at something;
And the music's loud;
A gal comes towards you;
You once used to know;
You reach out your hand;
But you're all alone;
In these time passages;
I know you're in there;
You're just out of sight;
Oh, time passages;
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight