Tekster: Madness. Keep Moving. Prospects.

A train ride to Tuesday
A platform far away
Scarlet shades of evening
Move clouds of gray

Awaking arriving
The dirty station where
He passes crowds of people
Who don't see him there

Here's a desert island room
For a man who's cast away
Stranded in this home from home
From his family far away

Home well this is it this is my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not say but in the dark
He thinks of home far away

I feel cold getting old more
Than the climate's changed
Stranded on this island
The rate of exchange

Here's a desert island room
For a man who's cast-away
Today he will not be at work
There is no work anyway

How is it when you feel it
Do you wonder what gets you down?
You're looking in the windows
When you walk this town