Twelve twenty-two, here's to you
Last train home, roll along
Past the smokestacks of the power plant
Through the darkness of this nightly land
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Your three-piece light will pierce the night
Tracks ablaze through misty haze
Move it steady down the line
Get me home and I'll be fine
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Every car has it's scars
They ride along till they get home
The hipsters, the punks, the junkies, the drunks
The lovers, the weepy, the night hawks, the sleepy
The ganster crew, the rich-kid brew
The plain-clothes cop, the uniformed jock
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
She'll wait for me, most patiently
Lost in dreams, so it seems
I'll kiss her gently on the head
Help her up and into bed
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Tomorrow morn' I'll be worn
There's no debate, it's far too late
My teenage years died long ago
The lack of sleep will take its toll
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Next time I'll run to catch the eleven o one
Hatfield & Apartment 45 - Twelve Twenty-Two Lyrics
Hatfield & Apartment 45 - Twelve Twenty-Two Lyrics
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Twelve twenty-two, here's to you
Last train home, roll along
Past the smokestacks of the power plant
Through the darkness of this nightly land
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Your three-piece light will pierce the night
Tracks ablaze through misty haze
Move it steady down the line
Get me home and I'll be fine
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Every car has it's scars
They ride along till they get home
The hipsters, the punks, the junkies, the drunks
The lovers, the weepy, the night hawks, the sleepy
The ganster crew, the rich-kid brew
The plain-clothes cop, the uniformed jock
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
She'll wait for me, most patiently
Lost in dreams, so it seems
I'll kiss her gently on the head
Help her up and into bed
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Tomorrow morn' I'll be worn
There's no debate, it's far too late
My teenage years died long ago
The lack of sleep will take its toll
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Next time I'll run to catch the eleven o one
Last train home, roll along
Past the smokestacks of the power plant
Through the darkness of this nightly land
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Your three-piece light will pierce the night
Tracks ablaze through misty haze
Move it steady down the line
Get me home and I'll be fine
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Every car has it's scars
They ride along till they get home
The hipsters, the punks, the junkies, the drunks
The lovers, the weepy, the night hawks, the sleepy
The ganster crew, the rich-kid brew
The plain-clothes cop, the uniformed jock
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
She'll wait for me, most patiently
Lost in dreams, so it seems
I'll kiss her gently on the head
Help her up and into bed
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Tomorrow morn' I'll be worn
There's no debate, it's far too late
My teenage years died long ago
The lack of sleep will take its toll
Twelve twenty-two, thank God for you
Next time I'll run to catch the eleven o one
Writer: Hatfield & Apartment 45
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