Transpennine Lyrics

The train was Transpennine

My pen was out of ink

There was someone needed saving

At the bottom of a drink

Sat next to a devil

as Tameside shuffled past

He asked me where I was going

I said the next stop is my last

The coach is kind of northbound

I'm facing somewhere south

The future is behind me

Ain't got nothing figured out

We roll by terraced houses

At the speed of a summer night

The silhouette of a hollow boy

Pulls a rope around the light

My feet are tired of being feet

My hands hate being hands

Columns ache beneath a life well lived

In the rows of no man's land

I found a bullet trailer

Parked underneath a bridge

A crusty guy pokes out his head

And asked me to come in

He brought me hot poppy tea

And McVities on a little plate

I called my executioner

Said I might be a little late

The coach is kind of northbound

I'm facing somewhere south

My future is behind me

Ain't got nothing figured out