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.