I am restless tonight Body's just a bag of bones And a cheap suit feels Like a poor man's home Far away, a whistle blows And a dog slips it's chains Waiting, waiting for the glory train. Feel the air Crawl across your skin The last lick of night Shadow's lingering Morning drags itself to town Spreading like a stain I'm sick of waiting, waiting for the glory train Glory train In the landscape of our own invention Ride the rails Of promises and good intentions Good intentions I found a picture See the way we used to be? Do you remember How your eyes would look at me? Making love into the night And the neighbours would complain We were waiting, waiting for the glory train Glory train In the landscape of our own invention Ride the rails Of promises and good intentions Good intentions