[Intro] Doors close. The platform starts to move. Or maybe I do. [Verse 1] Friday folded into five The station full of tired lives Announcements falling through the air A hundred people going somewhere My phone is warm inside my coat Three things unanswered, one more note I watch the buildings lose their height Then warehouses dissolve from sight [Pre-Chorus] No reservation No arrival time Just a seat beside the glass And whatever comes outside [Chorus] I don't need to know Where this train will end There's another town Around another bend Let the fields replace the streets Let the hours become mine I don't need a destination Just somewhere down the line [Verse 2] A forest flickers green and black Small houses vanish down the track A church, a bridge, a football ground A station with nobody around Then open fields beneath the sky A lake appears and passes by I almost reach to check the map Then leave the phone Exactly where it's at [Pre-Chorus] No decision I have to make If I like the next town Maybe I'll get off and stay [Chorus] I don't need to know Where this train will end There's another town Around another bend Let the fields replace the streets Let the hours become mine I don't need a destination Just somewhere down the line [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Someone sleeps across the aisle The conductor passes with a smile A paper cup rolls with the train Then slowly finds its way again The evening settles on the glass Another little station passes I don't know what its name was For once I don't need to ask [Bridge] Tomorrow can decide tomorrow Monday knows where I will be Nothing here needs fixing Nothing here is asking me Just wheels beneath the floor And distance without a plan For a little while That's enough [Final Chorus] I don't need to know Where this train will end Let another town Come around the bend Let the windows fill with trees Let the daylight take its time I don't need a destination Just somewhere down the line No reason to hurry No reason to decide Just somewhere Somewhere down the line [Outro] Next stop... ... Maybe.
