1)Wandering
Looking out at the platform
feels like a dead end.
There are so many people,
but they're all pretend.
They're never wandering
like we're always wandering,
for they're only wondering
'til I turn away.

2)What We'll Do
He sits there - 50 yards away - and I smile (carefully this time).
His returning smile, I glance for a while, whilst the fanfare chimes its delicate tune in my head.

Exchanging looks across a crowded train.
The mutual hope that there'll come no pain from this short-lived motor relationship.
(Our motor relationship)
When the carriage unloads we'll find our own ways home, live our own safe lives, and our own safe futures too.
That's what we'll do.

3)Foreign Field
Nature releases its beauty
as I sit here on my journey;
a journey that could lead me anywhere.
The birds - they fly above me;
the flowers bloom beneath my feet.

The grass is greener on the other side of this hill,
so I'll watch the world go by,
and dream of finding my own foreign field.
Where the sky is always blue,
and we can do anything we long to do.

4)Silent Stranger
I wonder where you're going,
why you're on this train alone.
Are you searching for an answer;
for forgiveness; for a home?
Do you long for Queen and country?
Do you hope for a falling star?
Do you strive for something more than who you are?

What is your story?
Where are your tears?
Where is the company
you must have kept through the years?
Are you tired of the loneliness that must corrupt your soul?
You're not alone, silent stranger, not alone.