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
