No Coming Back from This Place

I took the midnight train to nowhere Special. Just another town that looks the same. You said you'd meet me at the station, But I knew better than to wait around for Trains. The bartender knows my usual order, Though I've never been inside this bar before. He pours it neat without me asking, And slides it down like he's done a thousand More. There's no coming back from this place, Once you've crossed that final mile. No coming back from this place, Where the music plays but no one wants to Smile. I've burned too many bridges, And I've worn out all my style. No Coming back from this place. I left my clothes in seven cities, And my pride in maybe ten or more. The landlord keeps my old piano Because I couldn't pay what I owed before. There's no coming back from this place, Once you've crossed that final mile. No coming back from this place, Where the music plays But no one wants to smile. I've burned too many bridges, And I've worn out all my style. No coming back from this Place. Somebody's singing in the alley, Some old tune I used to know. But the words don't mean what they used to, And I've forgotten where to go. The train pulls out at half-past eleven, But I'll be right here when it leaves. Yeah, I'll be right here when it Leaves.