Portadown Station

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 though another town

people swell in and out

I search the cowd for a face that I know

a thiousand tales of a thousand years long ago

Just get on bord, take that last train out

'cause I hear your voice in my head

but I miss the sound

you ride the station outside portadown

looking for something real

and matches, knives and steal

and open wide eyes the sun goes dark

you cannot touch the feeling broken hearted

so get on bord

and take that last train out

'cause I hear your voice in my head

but I miss the sound

you ride the station outside portadown

so drain the light from the sky

and drain this tears from my eyes

and waiting like the shaddow stretching thin

would you hide me here, 'till the morning comes?

would you hide me here, 'till the morning comes?

would you hide me here, 'till the morning comes again?

and get on bord

and take that last train out

'cause I hear your voice in my head

but I miss the sound

you ride the station outside portadown, outside portadown

outside the station, outside portadown