(Title: Last Train Through the Fog) (Intro) A distant whistle blows, a lonely, fading sound The old train station waits, on melancholy ground Pan flute weaves a story, of a love that's come undone (Verse 1) The platform lights are blurred, by tears I cannot hide You hold your ticket tightly, with nowhere left to ride This gentle rhythm sways us, in our last, silent art (Chorus) Oh, the last train through the fog, is stealing you away A waltz for the forgotten, at the closing of the day The pan flute sings our sorrow, a song of two worlds torn apart (Verse 2) I trace your silhouette, against the misty glass A bittersweet reflection, of a moment that can't last The engine starts to whisper, a rhythm of goodbye (Chorus) Oh, the last train through the fog, is stealing you away A waltz for the forgotten, at the closing of the day The pan flute sings our sorrow, a song of two worlds torn apart (Bridge) One final, fleeting glance, a promise in your eyes To meet again somewhere, beneath kinder skies But tonight, this lonely platform, is where our story dies (Chorus) Oh, the last train through the fog, is stealing you away A waltz for the forgotten, at the closing of the day The pan flute sings our sorrow, a song of two worlds torn apart (Outro) The red lights fade in vapor, the tracks are cold and bare Just the echo of a waltz, hangs heavy in the air... In the air...