Young Knives - Tremblings Of Trails Lyrics
We come undone in foreign partsOur home is heavy in our heartsBut there's a bubble in KarachiA Puerto Rican Joan and ChachiThe spirit of this place has long goneIn fact I think it never had oneSo terrible and out of placeWe've got the same decrepit starsGot my papers and my ticket for the trainTo anywhere, anywhere (x2)Got my papersGot my papersWe tread with people in their pathsFollow their signs and mystic marksA mug of tea a cup of SakeA Virgin Mary with the MarquisBy canoe and coracleI solely own my carryallCounting different coloured carsWe've got the same decrepit StarsMy plan has failedTremblings of trailsYearning comforts of the dalesGot my papersGot my papersGot my papersGot my papers and my ticket for the trainTo anywhere, anywhere