Ian Anderson - Journeyman lyrics

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 Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic 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 Journeyman night-tripping on the late fantastic 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