Track 6 of the album Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard · 2021
The Train Home Has Forgotten My Name
“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