Vapour Train

These white tufts of your vapour trail

have sprouted and taken root

It's like you're at the big shiny wheel

where candyfloss is born and grows as the stick turns

Spinning out your vapour trail

I head north, stopping at stations

with rainbow diesel stains

Singing accents of teenagers

and hills not black but green

rolling out to sea

as you're spinning out your vapour trail

These people hold me and I hold them

These people hold me and I hold them

With these arms that reach beyond the grave

to the lives that grew from such embrace

I was cast as a bit player

Throwin hollow shapes on a hollow stage

as you're spinning out your vapour trail

Your people hold me and I hold them

Your people hold me and I hold them

You underline the sky with all you've left behind

spinning out your vapour trail

These white tufts of your vapour trail

have sprouted and taken root

When thrown in at the deep end

Friendship can be forced

fondness not so much

and I think we're there