Station Road

As we face the snow, two of us and all of them
The place we once called home stirs to let us in again
Walked up to the Station Road, we were flecks of blue on white
Saw in you how we had changed and I flinched at the sight
Standing in the cold
Out on Station Road
This isn’t home
Just another room and I’m so maudlin I’m ashamed
The place we once called home doesn’t look or sound the same
The pictures and the clothes are here, it’s as if somebody died
Throw the whole lot out for him ‘cos he’s not here to decide
Standing in the cold
Out on Station Road
This isn’t home
Standing in the cold
Out on Station Road
We’re all set to go
This isn’t home