It's true
Your last train out of here's gone through
But don't cry
There's nothing left to fear for you
And I'll try
To lift your sprits clear from blue
And I'll dry
Away your little tear cos you don't need to stay here
I'll take you away to a faraway place
Your rent is paid and beds are made
I'll take you a faraway place
Your rent is paid and beds are made
Oh yeah
It's true
Your last train out of here's gone through
But don't cry
There's nothing left to fear for you
And I'll try
To lift your spirits clear from blue
All those cars you trashed
And windows that you smashed
Well you can't stay around here
I'll take you away to a faraway place
Your rent is paid and beds are made
I'll take you away to a faraway place
Your rent is paid and beds are made
I'll take you a way to a faraway place
Where your rent is paid and beds are made