Eliza Doolittle - Empty Hand

I don't have the reflection
Of anybody checking their face
In the shade of my glasses
One way ticket on the fast train
And I'm solo all the way

I could maybe read a novel
To push away the trouble
That sits in the pit of my tummy
But I know that it will find me
When I finish the last page

An empty hand I wave goodbye
I feel a tickle in my eye

No I'll never, sever any time
Tired of the journey
No hand held in mine

No I'll never, sever any time
Tired of the journey
No hand held in mine Will I always feel it more
On a day when there's a storm
Or a raincloud, so dangerous and lonely
No one ever told me
That the darkness is my fault

And I'm looking out the window
And losing both my dimples
As they enter the ends of my smile
'Cause I am a thousand miles
From the place I need to go

An empty hand I wave goodbye
I feel a tickle in my eye

No I'll never, sever any time
Tired of the journey
No hand held in mine

No I'll never, sever any time
Tired of the journey
No hand held in mine