Song Lyrics

Another Train

The beginning is now and will always be,

You say you lost your chance

And fate brought you defeat,

But that means nothing, you look so sad,

You've been listening to those

who say you've missed your chance.

There's another train, there always is,

Maybe the next one is yours,

Get up and climb aboard,

Another Train.

You may feel you're done, but there's no such thing,

Though you're standing on your own, your own breath is king.

The beginning is now, don't turn around,

For regrets of bad mistakes will only drain you.

There's another train, there always is,

Maybe the next one is yours,

Get up and climb aboard,

Another Train.

We crawl in the dark sometimes and think too much,

We fill our heads with the craziest things

That only break our hearts.

I know you've seen what the earth can do,

When its dragging down another load of us

Who think we are no use.

There's another train, there always is,

Maybe the next one is yours,

Get up and climb aboard,

Another Train.

I know it's hard, we can feel confused,

We can crown ourselves with it all

And feel we cannot move.

Building worlds that don't exist,

Imaginations sometimes plays the worst tricks.

There's another train, there always is,

Maybe the next one is yours,

Get up and climb aboard,

Another Train.

The Shepherds Song

I walk to London down these roads,

With my poetry and prose,

And a knapsack for my journey.

I left Helpstone in the rain,

From Northamptonshire I came,

Where lives my lovely Mary.

But I sing the Shepherds Song,

As I walk along,

And the bells of life are ringing.

I know there's nothing but Eden's grace,

And in any case,

The birds are sweetly singing.

My publisher will speak his terms,

Ponder on how much he earns,

With my life's work he's trading.

I step from my world towards his,

I'm like a beggar on a bridge,

Between two understandings.

But I sing the Shepherds Song

As I walk along

And the bells of life are ringing.

I know there's nothing but Eden's grace,

And in any case,

The birds are sweetly singing.

London is calling with it's scheme,

Partly falsehood, partly dream,

And unnecessary.

I do not know where the wolves lie,

They always take me by surprise,

With their jealous, unseen fury.

But I sing the Shepherds Song

As I walk along

And the bells of life are ringing.

I know there's nothing but Eden's grace,

And in any case,

The birds are sweetly singing.

I walk to London down these roads

Where my heart and body goes,

In opposite directions.

It's like I'm acting in a game,

I'm in the freak show of the sane,

With strange unsure affections.

But I sing the Shepherds Song

As I walk along

And the bells of life are ringing.

I know there's nothing but Eden's grace,

And in any case,

The birds are sweetly singing.

I walk to London down these roads

With my poetry and prose

And a knapsack for my journey.

I left Helpstone in the rain,

From Northamptonshire I came,

Where lives my lovely Mary.

But I sing the Shepherds Song

As I walk along

And the bells of life are ringing.

I know there's nothing but Eden's grace,

And in any case,

The birds are sweetly singing.