I´m getting near my destination
A slow train crawl
Like a fool i nearly miss the station
It´s grown so small
Not betting on an easy landing
Out of the blue
These shuttered houses and a clock still standing at 1962
Waiting for the ferry, tickets in their hand
Good people that were never out of sight of land
Waiting for the ferry, ticket in their hand
Good people that you knew would never understand
And we´re all on board
It´s not very far to ride
Your river is not like Jordan
We´ll meet on the other side
A stony church where lovers lingered
In years gone by
The hand of god still points a finger
Across the sky
A stony road to no salvation
Who sheads a tear
I think that both of us were looking for a shortcut out of here
Waiting for the ferry, tickets in our hand
Good people that were never out of sight of land
Waiting for the ferry, ticket in our hand
Good people that you knew would never understand
Could´ve brought you whiskey, could´ve brought you wine
The only thing i can´t bring is time, time, time
And we´re all on board
It´s not very far to ride
Your river is not like Jordan
We´ll meet on the other side