Lyrics

No tracks for this train 
No end to the changes
 Just the need to explain
 I’ve got the ticket  
And you the return 
A mirror and some matches 
And bridges to burn
 We’ve a knife with two edges
 And a string with no end
 Masks made of glass 
A flute and a pen
 And there are no maps for this journey 
No tracks for this train 
No end to the changes
 Just the need to explain.

   I have some pictures 
That no one has seen 
Taken in places 
That no one has been
 There’s one of an atom 
That shines like a star 
And one of ourselves 
But not as we are
 And there are no maps for this journey 
No tracks for this train 
No end to the changes 
Just the need to explain
 No maps for this journey
 No tracks for this train.