Take the last train to Clarksville,
and I must hang up the phone.
I can hear you in the snozy well or
station all alone.
I'm feelin' low.

The story:

I always suspected that I was mishearing the lyrics but never could make out what they were supposed to be. Finally, nearly twenty years after the original release, I just asked myself what he -should- be saying, and played it over in
my head one more time, and the sounds at last made sense.