Il testo della Journeyman

Spine-tingling railway sleepers
Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm
Orange beams divide the darkness
Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm

Sliding through victorian tunnels
Where green moss oozes from the pores
Dull echoes from the wet embankments
Battlefield allotments, fresh open sores

In late night commuter madness
Double-locked black briefcase on the floor
Like a faithful dog with master
Sleeping in the draught beside the carriage door

To each journeyman his own home-coming
Cold supper nearing with each station stop
Frosty flakes on empty platforms
Fireside slippers waiting, flip, flop

And journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic
And too late to stop for tea at gerard's cross
And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels turn biting on the midnight frost

On the late commuter special
Carriage lights that flicker, fade and die
Howling into hollow blackness
Dusky diesel shudders in full cry

Down redundant morning papers
Abandon crosswords with a cough
Stationmaster in his wisdom
Told the guard to turn the heating off

And journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic
And too late to stop for tea at gerard's cross
And hear the soft shoes on the footbridge shuffle
As the wheels turn biting on the midnight frost