Walked into Kings Cross Station
Took a train way up north
It'd been a while
Two Hundred Sixty Six miles
Always seemed a long way off
Well I'd been in touch
But not that much
Just a quick hello on the phone
But I'd soon arrive
On the 605
To see the flickering lights
Of home
We walked along the oceans edge
A father and his son
Nothing's changed
It all looks the same
After everything he'd done
But a lifetime
Is really no time
If you spend it
All alone
But I could see him
Walk in front of me
Toward the flickering lights
Of Home
So I went to the costume maker
Said ""cut me some cloth of gold
Make me a suit wrapped up in history
To protect me from the cold""
So when I walk on stage
The lions cage
With its troubadours last poem
All I see in front of me
Are the flickering lights
Of home
So all I see
Right in front of me
Are the flickering lights
Of Home"