| He stands on the platform
|
| Waiting to travel on
|
| He’s ten years old
|
| He watches the trains until they’re gone
|
| He’s got an idea
|
| That’s gonna go round the world
|
| He’s only ten
|
| But his mind flies like a bird
|
| Waiting so long
|
| To travel on
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down
|
| You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down, down…
|
| They sit on the roadside
|
| Waiting to hitch a ride
|
| Twenty years old,
|
| They’re blown along in the summer slide
|
| He’s got a feeling
|
| He’s gonna leave her behind
|
| He’s nearly grown, but
|
| Loning’s gonna blow his mind
|
| Waiting so long
|
| To travel on
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down
|
| You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down, down…
|
| He waits at the airport
|
| Waiting to catch his flight
|
| Thirty years old
|
| He follows the planes into the night
|
| He’s got a guitar
|
| That pushes and pushes him where he goes
|
| Into the futures
|
| Where the people wait in rows
|
| Waiting so long
|
| To travel on
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down
|
| You’ve got the time till the leaves turn brown
|
| Don’t let anything slow you down, down… |