Despite the land, a thousand miles
Your smile had reached an all-time low
And all the curtains drew on my old street again
I chanced upon some photographs
That told the story of our class
Of basking in the promises of future days
I didn't mean to let you know
I accidentally dialled the number
The words you heard were someone else
The circumstance, it took me under
Time and time again I tried
But all the buttons pressed were brokе
To make it through to your receivеr
I can't find the words I spoke
The northern clouds are only smoke I'm through
But any time soon
I guess I'll find a way to ride a train back home again
Outside the paper stands are blowing and I'm down
Until the silence of the engine turns to steam and then
We're home again
Stumble into folks I'd swerve
The empty seats are all reserved
And conversations limited, unpleasantly
I stare into my suitcase, hold
My cup of tea's already cold
And sad beyond the scape and disco memories
We couldn't wait til Saturday
To knock on doors and run away
And summer went beyond us all
In Banky fields we knew the answer
Only problem was the question
We didn't even need to ask
So simple in our own conception
But that was all so long ago
In a place I used to know so well
But any time soon
I guess I'll find a way to ride a train back home again
Outside the paper stands are blowing and I'm down
Until the silence of the engine turns to steam and then
We're home again
Your smile had reached an all-time low
And all the curtains drew on my old street again
I chanced upon some photographs
That told the story of our class
Of basking in the promises of future days
I didn't mean to let you know
I accidentally dialled the number
The words you heard were someone else
The circumstance, it took me under
Time and time again I tried
But all the buttons pressed were brokе
To make it through to your receivеr
I can't find the words I spoke
The northern clouds are only smoke I'm through
But any time soon
I guess I'll find a way to ride a train back home again
Outside the paper stands are blowing and I'm down
Until the silence of the engine turns to steam and then
We're home again
Stumble into folks I'd swerve
The empty seats are all reserved
And conversations limited, unpleasantly
I stare into my suitcase, hold
My cup of tea's already cold
And sad beyond the scape and disco memories
We couldn't wait til Saturday
To knock on doors and run away
And summer went beyond us all
In Banky fields we knew the answer
Only problem was the question
We didn't even need to ask
So simple in our own conception
But that was all so long ago
In a place I used to know so well
But any time soon
I guess I'll find a way to ride a train back home again
Outside the paper stands are blowing and I'm down
Until the silence of the engine turns to steam and then
We're home again
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