From the recording The Outsider

Lyrics

There’s a man on the train
Sharp dressed in black from head to toe
Can’t see his face in the shadow
His blue eyes show no feelings
The wrinkles on his face testify to a busy life
Made of dramas and joys
His hands firmly hold a suitcase on his knees

Where is he going?
Who’s waiting for him?
A silent mystery
That’s all we know
‘Bout the man on the train
Is he running?
Is he chasing?
Is he the hunter?
Is he the prey?
You know nothin’
‘Bout the man on the train

Has he been called Daddy once?
Is there a Mrs Black somewhere?
Is he a priest, is he a lawyer?
Has he made a choice ‘tween the cross and the guns?
He hands a one way ticket to the inspector
The man in the uniform raises an eyebrow
And says: “I’ll see you next week, on the 7.10 express”

Where is he going?
Who’s waiting for him?
A silent mystery
That’s all we know
‘Bout the man on the train
Is he running?
Is he chasing?
Is he the hunter?
Is he the prey?
You know nothin’
‘Bout the man on the train

When he stood up at the station
Proud and brave in the wind
The first drops of desolation rain falling on his hat
His blue eyes were lost in the clouds
Then a small picture fell from his pocket
With a pretty little girl smiling on it
Six handwritten words at the back
“Lauren My Love for ever mine”

Where is he going?
Who’s waiting for him?
A silent mystery
That’s all we know
‘Bout the man on the train
Is he running?
Is he chasing?
Is he the hunter?
Is he the prey?
You know nothin’
‘Bout the man on the train

And the train’s leaving
And the train’s leaving
And the train’s leaving...