In a 747 or the Santa Maria The new world is the focus of the foreigner's dream Takes to the sea he takes to the skies
Money he blows, follows his nose, he won't care
He may arrive in New York or the Spanish steps in Rome He's the spirit looking harder for the place he'll call home New kingdom in the making though the odds against him's high In the splendour of the morning
He is now arriving at the platform someplace On the train from nowhere There is no on there to greet the stranger But you'll see he won't care
Passing through the borders with a smile upon his face He always has to slow down just to join the human race Which takes him through his life at only twice the normal pace And as soon as he's rested he'll do it again
Now arriving at the platform someplace It's the train from nowhere There is no one there to meet the stranger But you'll see he won't care
Passing through the borders with a smile 'pon his face He always has to slow down just to join the human race Which takes him through his life at only twice the normal pace And as soon as he's rested he'll do it again Doesn't know when he won't care
(It's the) train from nowhere (On the) train from nowhere (It's the) train from nowhere
Money he blows.goes up his nose, he won't care
(It's the) train from nowhere (On the) train from nowhere (It's the) train from nowhere (On the) train from nowhere
(It's the) train from nowhere (On the) train from nowhere (It's the) train from nowhere (On the) train from nowhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
