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Cover of The Train Home Has Forgotten My Name

Track 6 of the album Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard · 2021

The Train Home Has Forgotten My Name

by Leopold Marsh

“The clock is wrong by half an hour and so, I realised, am I. It is the saddest tune on the record and the most honest.”

neoclassical · neoclassical · elegiac · 4:49

Lyrics

I came back to the town where I was small
The station clock is wrong by half an hour
The baker's gone, a bank stands in the hall
The sycamore is bare of every flower
I walk the streets with a suitcase in my hand
Each corner knows me but won't say my name
I'm homesick for a place that used to stand
And I'm standing here, and it's not the same

The train home has forgotten my name
The platform lights are low and kind
But the town I'm missing is the one in my mind
The train home has forgotten my name
Still I carry every street inside
And I'll find a way to be at home
Though the town has changed, and so have I

My mother's gate still squeaks the same old tune
And the kitchen light is yellow through the glass
She opens up the door, and not too soon
Says "You've grown thin," and lets the evening pass
The tea is strong, the clock is slow and kind
And in her eyes I'm every age I've been
The home I missed was never left behind
It was always in the faces, in between

The train home has forgotten my name
The platform lights are low and kind
But the town I'm missing is the one in my mind
The train home has forgotten my name
Still I carry every street inside
And I'll find a way to be at home
Though the town has changed, and so have I

Home is not a map you keep
Home is not a door
It's a hand upon your shoulder
And a light you're looking for

The train home has forgotten my name
But my mother hasn't, and that's enough
The train home has forgotten my name
Yet the lamp is lit, and the kettle's on
And I am home, I am home, I am home

The platform lights go soft
The last train pulls away
And I am home