Laying flat on her floor
Surrounded by her clothes
And towers of magazines
She said she won't be long, it's been an hour and all I see
Upon the walls are her friends, that keep her smiling everyday
I wish I was on her walls too
It's like moving on the last train home
When you're the only one not sleeping
Take a ride on the last train home
You wanna move on, but this driver is moving too slowly

I can see our names
That she's written on her door frames
I check her phone just to see
That I'm the first one there, with double 'a' before my name
What does this mean?
Does she think about me all the time?
I wish I was not alone inside of her room
It's like moving on the last train home
When you're the only one not sleeping
Take a ride on the last train home
You wanna move on, but this driver is moving too slowly

I'm still waiting

Where are you?

Yeah she's so right for me,
I think I want her as my wife
I think I might just propose
The minute she walks back through the door
Maybe it's just too soon – maybe I would just like to know
If she'll be mine

It's like moving on the last train home
When you're the only one not sleeping
Take a ride on the last train home
You wanna move on, but this driver is moving too slowly