Sunset view from the train
Across these Irish plains
Rolling like the songs that are in my head
Portadown Station and another hotel bed
We pass through another town
the people swell in and out
I search the crowd for a face that I know
A thousand tales of a thousand years long ago
Just get on board, take that last train out
I hear your voice in my head, but I miss the sound
Here at the station outside Portadown
looking for something real
matches, knives and steel
with open wide eyes, the sun goes dark
you can't touch or feel a broken heart
Just get on board, take that last train out
I hear your voice in my head, but I miss the sound
Here at the station outside Portadown
so drain the light from the sky
and drain the tears from my eyes
I'm waiting like the shadows stretching thin
Could you hide me here 'till the morning comes again