London Express, made a bad mess.
Took someone home, found a dress.
On the coffee table, your keys and your mail...
Party´s gone on for too long
and everyone you need is gone.
And watching you go on,
when everything you did was wrong.
But all works out somhow; lonely train, take me home. Just keep
moving on.
Ain´t something watching you blow it when you had it all? Tell me
something, do you cry when you´re alone?
But all works out somhow; lonely train, take me home. Just keep
moving on.
Just keep moving on,
just keep moving on,
keep moving on...