Luxembourg from 50 by Footings

Well the Luxembourg ladies have all gone to sleep
and the sun it commences to rising.
And the girls on the train have appointments to keep
and the young men are smoking and sighing.

And the train leaves the station
you're sleeping between cars
nothing to say

And the train leaves the station
your head on your rucksack
racing away

And the rooftops in town look like fall-colored leaves
and the road leading down there is winding.
The sea at your feet makes the beer go down smooth
and the sand in your shoes is reminding

You that you're leaving
just here for awhile
fading away.

And the train leaves the station
you're not coming back
never to this place again.

• Alternative
• acoustic
• blues
• folk
• indie
• punk
• Peterborough