There was a man in a hat and a vest riding

On the train

With a moustache and glasses

Too thick to see his eyes

Tucked up next to him a fat overnight bag

With a hole in the side and you could see

One of his ties



Flylng through tne sunrise

Unloved by the girl in the seat opposite

Who he's taking in tears

To the father of her unborn child



There's no such thing as love..,



Timidly now he reaches out for her hand

And his heartbeat is the speed of a

Hummingbird's wing



She is a blind one with an empty tin cup

Begging to strangers who remind her she

Don't mean a thing









Flying through the sunset...these two

As the see through moon fades away

And she lets him hold her hand



There's no such thing as love...



Nowhere for the pain in his heart to go

She as he helps her home

She is crying, oh the anger in her tiger

Paws

She don't want to have a baby

Just because

He is a kind man really listening to her

His dry eye and warm heart stare

Into her waterfalls



Flying through the sunset

Nowhere for the pain in his heart to go

As he helps her home

Home to who?



There's no such thing as love...