Journey Agent

Baby my soul tells me you're standing there

Desolation is a railroad station

'Round about 2am on a week night

When you walk into Desolation like that

And suddenly, out of nowhere

Comes a warm song you aren't about to forget

This is the first time, though, that

I've heard him at an airport

I know he moves along the piers

He calls himself a Journey Agent, of Ulipia

Says his friends the poets and the artists and musicians

Are Ulipians too

Hey, listen - listen to his tune