Lucy Spraggan

Sitting in the station Contemplating looks on peoples faces Wondering why they're smiling Or what troubles they are facing I don't know why I'm thinking it But i just take the time and sit And wonder what their dream is And how they're trying to face

I found a map and it broke my heart I didn't know that I'd ever go this far With a compass point driving ink into my arm The father, son and the holy ghost Don't talk too much, never been that close Pouring spirits while I follow the Northern star An