|
End of the road he's travelling, |
|
Waiting for trains that never ever come. |
|
They've all gone. |
|
End of the final day, |
|
Light fades she moves away |
|
To the north. |
|
This will never come again. |
|
Living on the line for all those years |
|
Happy but if lonely. |
|
Half in sun and half in shade, |
|
Twelve stones at the forest edge. |
|
Mr Delia is leaving home, |
|
All is left to grass and rust |
|
Gone. |
|
Fetch wood for the fire, |
|
The last days of summer, |
|
He prepares for the end of the line. |
|
Sure as the curving Earth, |
|
The beat of the second hand, |
|
Counts the days down |
|
To the end of the line. |
