Some are awaiting, some overtaking The train, it's the last out of town Wasn't much of a town, anyway, and I never Met anyone tempted to stay If heaven has sent it or Hell has just lent it I'm hardly the one to decide This train that I ride Out of Prodigal Town The seasonal change, you can tell by the rain Though the leaves never flame, it is Fall I hear Vivaldi come drifting on by From a ladies' quartet down the hall To give it its due It was where I met you And you were my reason to stay Around In a Prodigal Town