The Big Picture
Last Train Lyrics


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While seasons flow into one another,
It's getting so hard to remember,
Those memories I don't even have.
All the summer romances we never had,
Every dance I never danced with her,
What we've never been through together.

She's a woman and so much more.
She's a woman.

I got so many pictures on my walls,
Dad asking : when is she coming home ?
He doesn't know she doesn't know me at all.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a decade older,
And wave these years goodbye to be with her,
So she could turn me into a better man.

Cause she's a woman and so much more.
She's a woman.

Born to complain I'm not meant to go back,
Her brown hair turned to red and then to black,
My blue songs keep filling my paperback.
They don't know shit about what I'm feeling,
They laugh but no one dries the tears that are falling,
There's no dressing for my heart.





She's just a woman but so much more.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to the song The Big Picture by Last Train are reflective of the passage of time and the loss of memories that come with it. The song speaks of unfulfilled desires, missed opportunities, and unrequited love. The singer laments about the memories he never had and the dance he never had with the woman he loves. He wishes he could go back in time to be with her, to be turned into a better man by her. The lines "Born to complain I'm not meant to go back, Her brown hair turned to red and then to black" speak of the finality of time and the missed chance to make the most of it.


The recurring theme of the song is the woman the singer loves, who is described as being "so much more". She represents an ideal, a symbol of hope and possibility, which the singer cannot realize but yearns for deeply. The reference to the pictures on the wall and the question from the father serve as a reminder of the gap between the singer's fantasy and reality. Despite this, the hope of a better future remains, and the singer's love for the woman endures.


Line by Line Meaning

While seasons flow into one another,
As time moves on, the seasons change seamlessly.


It's getting so hard to remember,
It's becoming increasingly difficult to recall the past.


Those memories I don't even have.
There are certain moments in time I wish I could remember, but they never actually happened.


All the summer romances we never had,
I daydream about the missed connections and brief flings I never experienced during the warm months.


Every dance I never danced with her,
I imagine the intimate moments I never shared on the dance floor with the person I long for.


What we've never been through together.
Our relationship only exists in my mind, as we have never actually gone through any real-life experiences together.


She's a woman and so much more.
The person I desire is more than just their gender. They are complex and multi-dimensional.


I got so many pictures on my walls,
I have a collection of photographs featuring the person I long for hung up in my room.


Dad asking : when is she coming home ?
My father is unaware of the reality of my relationship and asks when this person will be arriving home.


He doesn't know she doesn't know me at all.
This person is a stranger to me, and my father is unaware of the actual status of our relationship.


Sometimes, I wish I could be a decade older,
I yearn to skip ahead in time to a point where I am more mature and capable of pursuing a relationship with this person.


And wave these years goodbye to be with her,
I wish to leave behind the years that have already passed and move forward into a future with the one I desire.


So she could turn me into a better man.
I hope that this person can inspire me to become a better version of myself.


Cause she's a woman and so much more.
Gender is not the only defining characteristic of the person I desire, and they possess many other qualities that I admire.


Born to complain I'm not meant to go back,
I have a tendency to dwell on the past, even though it is not productive or beneficial for me.


Her brown hair turned to red and then to black,
This person's physical appearance has changed over time, but my feelings for them remain the same.


My blue songs keep filling my paperback.
I constantly write and perform sad songs about my unrequited love for this person.


They don't know shit about what I'm feeling,
People around me are unaware of the intense emotions I am experiencing, and thus cannot offer any real support or sympathy.


They laugh but no one dries the tears that are falling,
People may find my situation humorous, but no one is there to comfort me or help me cope with my sadness.


There's no dressing for my heart.
There is no way to cover up or hide the pain I feel in my heart over this unrequited love.


She's just a woman but so much more.
Although this person is just one woman amongst many, they hold a special place in my heart and possess many admirable qualities.




Lyrics © ROY MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Antoine BASCHUNG, Jean noel SCHERRER, Julien PEULTIER, Remi GETTLIFFE, Timothee GERARD

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@lasttrainband

While seasons flow into one another,
It’s getting so hard to remember,
Those memories I don’t even have.
All the summer romances we never had,
Every dance I never danced with her,
What we’ve never been through together.

She’s a woman and so much more.
She’s a woman. 

I got so many pictures on my walls,
Dad asking : « when is she coming home ? »
He doesn’t know she doesn’t know me at all.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a decade older,
And wave these years goodbye to be with her,
So she could turn me into a better man.

Cause she’s a woman and so much more.
She’s a woman.

Born to complain I’m not meant to go back,
Her brown hair turned to red and then to black,
My blue songs keep filling my paperback. 
They don’t know shit about what I’m feeling,
They laugh but no one dries the tears that are falling,
There’s no dressing for my heart.

She’s just a woman but so much more.



@ronancaroff7137

Incroyable, je sors de 10'32" d'apnée :o Ce genre de morceaux pour (je pense) clôturer l'album c'est parfait !


D'ailleurs si certains sont friands d'outros d'albums qui s'étendent vers un long climax, en voici quelques unes, n'hésitez pas à proposer :


Sunday Morning in the Afternoon - Findlay
Hybride - Mrs Yéyé
De Mes Sombres Archives - Julien Doré
Jubilee Street - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds



All comments from YouTube:

@monishgoswami3327

breaks my heart knowing such epic masterpiece is still underrated

@judithmarcdubourg2296

Ils sont français 😂

@dragovan9851

Des frissons, les poils qui se dressent....ça veut tout dire, cette chanson est une tuerie, l'une des plus belle de l'histoire du rock. Tellement d'émotion qui transpire ! Et en concert elle m'a mis les larmes aux yeux.

@DamienPochon

Mais pourquoi est-ce que je n'arrive pas à débrancher cet album🤯 ?
C'est trop bon !
C'est trop beau !
Ca te nettoie les ruches à miel et te retourne les tripes en 3 mesures.
Ca dure 10 minutes et au bout t'es épuisé mais... tu rembobines ton stream et tu repars encore une fois.
Aller, juste une dernière...
Mets ça entre tes oreilles et viens planer avec moi !

@YuKnoWatt

J'ai découvert ce groupe et cette chanson au moment où j'ai tout plaqué dans ma vie pour une évidence, pour just "a woman but so much more", parce je me suis fait "the Idea of someone", mais qui m'a lâchée au bout de quelques mois. Last Train je vous remercie pour cette musique et tous le reste de l'album qui m'accompagne tous les jours, il retrace si bien ce que je ressent aujourd'hui, c'est une vraie thérapie pour moi tant les émotions dégagées par l'album sont puissantes.

@marinaa8230

PAREIL ! Je suis tellement d'accord !

@monishgoswami3327

Listening to this band's discography.. I feel this is the "start of something beautiful"...

@lasttrainband

While seasons flow into one another,
It’s getting so hard to remember,
Those memories I don’t even have.
All the summer romances we never had,
Every dance I never danced with her,
What we’ve never been through together.

She’s a woman and so much more.
She’s a woman. 

I got so many pictures on my walls,
Dad asking : « when is she coming home ? »
He doesn’t know she doesn’t know me at all.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a decade older,
And wave these years goodbye to be with her,
So she could turn me into a better man.

Cause she’s a woman and so much more.
She’s a woman.

Born to complain I’m not meant to go back,
Her brown hair turned to red and then to black,
My blue songs keep filling my paperback. 
They don’t know shit about what I’m feeling,
They laugh but no one dries the tears that are falling,
There’s no dressing for my heart.

She’s just a woman but so much more.

@lennig521

LAST TRAIN manquait plus que ça pour que ce soit parfait

@pierreoudart2419

La perfection de la musique a maintenant un nom

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