The Light At The End Of The Tunnel (Is The Light Of An Oncoming Train) Songtext / Lyric

She stayed with me until she moved to Notting Hill

She said it was the place she needs to be

Where the cocaine is Fairtrade and frequently displayed

Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD



I thought she'd be back in three weeks and we'd go wandering the Peaks

Sojourn in my Uncle Joe's ashram

For when you're in Matlock Bath you don't need Sylvia Plath

Not while they've got Mrs. Gibson's Jam



Alas I'm brooding alone by the runnel

While she's in Capri with her swain

And the light at the end of the tunnel

Is the light of an oncoming train






Well we both grew up in Eyam and strange as it may seem

Neither of us thought we'd ever leave

But the beak in Leek is weak

And she's moved in so to speak

With featureless TV producer Steve



And now it's all Eva Cassidy and aphids in Picardy

And so I can only ascertain

That the light at the end of the tunnel

Is the light of an oncoming train



No frills, handy for the hills, that's the way you spell New Mills

Brooding alone by the runnel

While she's in Capri with her swain

And the light at the end of the tunnel

Is the light of an oncoming train

Is the light of an oncoming train

Is the light of an oncoming

Old time religion

Gimme that old time religion

Gimme that old time religion

It's good enough for me.