Lucy Wainwright Roche - Saddest Sound

It's the saddest sound I have yet
To hear and still I hear you calling
And there's nothing I can do here my dear,
The chips around you falling
Take the train home, take the train home tomorrow

Stay up the rest of the night

Everything I have is yours now to borrow
No matter what you've done right
I can see it all as headlights
Surround you the sun has almost set
And it feels so long since love
Ever found you and will she rise again
Take the train home, take the train home tomorrow

Everything I have is yours now to borrow
It's something I'm willing to lose
It's the saddest sound

In the traffic's glare all hope
May just leave you in evening's sudden blue
And as wide as ears can be to receive you
That's what I'm here to do
So take the train him, take the train home tomorrow

Stay up the rest of the night

Everything I have is yours now to borrow
No matter what you've done right.
It's the saddest sound