Train from nowhere

In a 747 or the Santa Maria
The new world is the focus of the
Foreigners dreams
Takes to the sea he takes to the skies
Money he blows goes up his nose he wont care

He may arrive in New York or the Spanish steps
In Rome
He's a spirit looking harder for the place
He'll call home
New kingdom in the making though the odds
against him's high
In the splendor of the morning
He is now arriving at the platform someplace
on the train from nowhere
There is no one there to meet the stranger
But you'll see he wont care

Passing through the borders with a smile upon his face
He always has to slow down just to join the human race
Which takes him through his life at only twice the normal pace
And as soon as he's rested he'll do it again

Now arriving at the platform someplace
It's the train from nowhere
There is no one there to meet the stranger
But you'll see he wont care

Passing through the borders with a smile 'pon his face
He always has to slow down when he joins the human race
Which takes him through his life at only twice the normal pace
And as soon as he's rested he'll do it again
Doesn't know when he won't care
(on the) train from nowhere