Tremblings Of Trails

We come undone in foreign parts

Our home is heavy in our hearts

But there’s a bubble in Karachi

A Puerto Rican Joan and Chachi

The spirit of this place has long gone

In fact I think it never had one

So terrible and out of place

We’ve got the same decrepit stars

Got my papers and my ticket for the train

To anywhere, anywhere

Got my papers

Got my papers

We tread with people in their paths

Follow their signs and mystic marks

A mug of tea a cup of Sake

A Virgin Mary with the Marquis

By canoe and coracle

I solely own my carryall

Counting different coloured cars

We’ve got the same decrepit Stars

My plan has failed

Tremblings of trails

Yearning comforts of the dales

Got my papers

Got my papers

Got my papers

Got my papers and my ticket for the train

To anywhere, anywhere