[Verse 1]
Spine-tingling railway sleepers
Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm
Orange beams divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm
Sliding through Victorian tunnels
Where green moss oozes from the pores
Dull echoes from the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, fresh open sores
[Verse 2]
In late night commuter madness
Double-locked black briefcase on the floor
Like a faithful dog with master
Sleeping in the draught beside the carriage door
To each Journeyman his own homecoming
Cold supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on empty platforms
Fireside slippers waiting, flip, flop
[Chorus]
Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic
Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross
And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels turn, biting on the midnight frost
Spine-tingling railway sleepers
Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm
Orange beams divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm
Sliding through Victorian tunnels
Where green moss oozes from the pores
Dull echoes from the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, fresh open sores
[Verse 2]
In late night commuter madness
Double-locked black briefcase on the floor
Like a faithful dog with master
Sleeping in the draught beside the carriage door
To each Journeyman his own homecoming
Cold supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on empty platforms
Fireside slippers waiting, flip, flop
[Chorus]
Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic
Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross
And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels turn, biting on the midnight frost
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