Start At The Stop

I seek guidance for a spirit unbound
Distracted by attractions of a rundown fairground
Get so excited my reflection distorts
As a funhouse mirror of the train's windowpane warps

Don't know where to get off (Ooooh)
All I know is it all starts at your stop
Round the back end of nowhere
I go there
It's all I can do

I decided through a bulldozer brow
My head's a glob of death, a rusty bike cycles round
I need silence, there's dead air on the box
But I'm left dumb and deaf as soon as the penny drops

Don't know where to get off
All I know is it all starts at your stop
Round the back end of nowhere
I go there
It's all I can do
And I'll hurdle over
The turnstiles to you

It starts at your stop and it's all I can do
And I'll hurdle over
The turnstiles to you

I see guidance for the spirit unbound [?]
Distracted by attractions of a rundown fairground

Don't know where to get off
All I know is it all starts at your stop
Round the back and if nowhere
I go there
It's all I can do
And I'll hurdle over
The turnstiles to you

It starts at your stop and it's all I can do
And I'll hurdle over
The turnstiles to you (x4)