passing through the station
I saw things made you cry
no luggage on no carousel
‘til it showed up in your eyes
but babe my craft is coming
to fly I can’t take much
my shoulder’s yours to lean on
you’re light, returning touch
so come on now hold on
with two it ain’t so blue
let’s case our bags together
let singers guide us through
‘cos passing through these stations
means SFA alone
but you me any station
together we’d be home