Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Stewart
Vocals
Al Perkins
Steel Guitar
Arthur Tripp, III
Percussion
Brian Huddy
Background Vocals
David Pack
Background Vocals
James Robert West
Background Vocals
Jeff Borgeson
Background Vocals
Krysia Kristianne
Background Vocals
Lindsey Elliot
Congas
Peter White
Guitar
Peter Wood
Keyboards
Phil Kenzie
Saxophone
Robin Lamble
Bass
Stuart Elliot
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Stewart
Songwriter
Peter White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Parsons
Producer
Luke O'Reilly
Producer
Allen Zentz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All around the day was goin' down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well I'm not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on, are the things that don't last
Well it's just now and then, my line gets cast
Into these time passages
There's something back there that you left behind
Oh, time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know why you should feel
That there's something to learn
It's just a game that you play
Well, the picture is changing now you're part of a crowd
They're laughing at something, and the music's loud
A girl comes towards you, you once used to know
You reach out your hand, but you're all alone in those
Time passages
I know you're in there, you're just out of sight
Oh, time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Writer(s): Alistair Ian Stewart, Peter Harry White
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