(Kelly/Mann)  The Saint Andrews' Cross  The slate rooves and the chimney pots  Are dirty against the snow  Speeding away from Glasgow  A carriage with a view  The holiday makers are few  The off-season beats the peak  and Sterling town's still fast asleep  I'm waking the Lion up  In me  Harry see me through  Distract me from the view  It's only been a day or two  But a lifetime here for you  We share a cigarette  Our expectations and our regrets  Pass the time that remains  Two strangers on a train  With a carrier bag of cans  The only suitcase in his hands  He'll be drunk by journey's end  Before he reaches Stoke-on-Trent