I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly
here beside me, under endless howling winds my dying race is wandering homewards, led by an old man to shores. that don't exist, just emptiness remains
Reaching you and you're not there, you never were So I sit down on these steps again In the cellar of my mind i'll try to be Broken pieces that I thought
He's waiting at the station He's not taking any train He's a kid from Colorado Counting the raindrops in the drain He's sleeping in the tunnel He's now
I'm sittin' in the railway station got a ticket for my destination mhm On a tour of one night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is
(bolin) Instrumental, orginally from bolin's solo album "teaser".
I've seen street corner preachers spending' discharge pay Between periods of gettin' stiff And happy tipplers singing' songs of discontentment With each
May Donar grant us guiding wind Walfrigga bless those wooden board So we will see the morning sun arise May one eyed god lead us through raging storms
I want to sit at home in my rockin' chair I don't want to travel the world As far as I'm concerned I've had my share But times more precious than gold
Homeward, the new road meanders Washed out the old road as to what did I bring Flowers, a verse about springtime Perchance in the tree line, she's waiting
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand Every stop is neatly
You've stolen my heart And I want you to remember Now what'll I do living alone? You've stolen my heart And it hurts me to remember 'Cause now where'
She saw the ragged edge of nowhere from a fast moving train Watched the scenery fly by with a fever in her brain Seemed like a good time at the time,
The hallowed lands so far behind As fleeting dreams still linger Like distant voices through the rain Like grains of sand cast from my hands I never
I will run, I will run this race, And I will do it all for love. Your love compels me forward, Your love controls my heart, And I just can't, I cannot
(P. Simon) I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry
