Walking by the Station Video (MV)

I'm walking by the station seeing faces I've never seen before
Bodies push by my body as my arms reach out to open a door
I head down to the subway where two buskers sing in harmony
And I go up that green hill to where my soul can breathe

The hustle and the bustle of the world that spins around me in the every day
Faces, people, words fly by me rushing to the office or the market place
I forget to be a free life as the walls high and grey stretch over me
Bar rooms and late night talk, we chew the cud until the dawn

I stare into the distance where funky stallions keep the pace with the cultures beat
There's no gold on these pavements, just chalk marks written on stone
That the rain washes away from beneath my feet
Time thuds and thuds against my head, I stop and take a deeper breath;
Sometimes I wish I was all alone on a desert island far from home

I'm walking by the station seeing faces I'll never see again
Although some of them could've been enemies many more could've been friends
And I walk down the subway and away from the city streets
To go up that green hill where my soul can breathe