[00:09.445]So there he was then, Penzance to play
[00:15.065]Christmas Eve in a nowhere band
[00:19.871]Now early morning Christmas Day
[00:25.048]He’s hitching home to Geordieland
[00:30.036]Last night the snow came, just my luck
[00:35.586]And who the hell do you think you are
[00:40.760]Climbing up into that truck
[00:45.585]With your old bag and your guitar
[00:50.569]And you, you would-be vagabond
[00:55.009]No-one invited you, you know
[00:59.738]Matchstick man, up in the dawn
[01:04.720]You’ve got five hundred miles to go
[01:29.936]The driver now must drop off his load
[01:35.001]The snow still laying thick on the ground
[01:40.453]Leaves him on a high crossroads
[01:45.136]Where he can see for miles around
[01:50.286]The sun is shining, sky is blue
[01:55.951]And everything is white and bare
[02:01.273]Not a car comes into view
[02:06.319]There’s nothing moving anywhere
[02:11.552]And you, you would-be vagabond
[02:16.039]No-one invited you, you know
[02:20.962]Matchstick man, you speck upon
[02:25.736]These vast and silent plains of snow