I was talking to john
He was dressed all in black
He was learning, he said
To never look back
Bells in his ears
He turned and disappeared
But Ive known him for years
Whered he go?
A head full of snow
On the late train to heaven

Augustus my friend
Dressed in velvet and scarf
Hes purging himself
Hes refusing to laugh
Pale as the moon
His words fill the room
Hell be travelling soon
Wheres he bound?
Higher ground
On the late train to heaven

I whispered to you now
But I didnt mean a word
It was just a small madness
Pretend you never heard
Pretend youre here with larry
Pretend youre here with lee
Pretend youre with anyone but me
I didnt come with you, Im gone
And my seats waiting on
The late train
Forever on the late
The late train
Im ready for the late
The late train to heaven

On the late train to heaven