In a deserted dirty station
A passenger is in wait
He has a ticket for the last train

The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere

An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun
His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired

The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

One more glimpse at his silver clock
Its white disc is almost liquid
The twelve numbers are something distant

The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere

His life, his memories will be left back
Nothing to carry on this journey
There are no luggages aside him

The train has arrived as a shadow at night
And its whistle is giving the signal

Last stop to nowhere

In a deserted, dirty station
A passenger is in wait
He has a ticket for the last train

The trip is not so long
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere