| Song | Train from Nowhere |
| Artist | Nektar |
| Album | Magic Is a Child |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freeman, Howden, Moore, Nelson | |
| In a 747 or the Santa Maria | |
| The new world is the focus of the foreigner's dream | |
| Takes to the sea he takes to the skies | |
| Money he blows, follows his nose, he won't care | |
| He may arrive in New York or the Spanish steps in Rome | |
| He's the spirit looking harder for the place he'll call home | |
| New kingdom in the making though the odds against him's high | |
| In the splendour of the morning | |
| He is now arriving at the platform someplace | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| There is no on there to greet the stranger | |
| But you'll see he won't 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 won't care | |
| Passing through the borders with a smile 'pon 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 | |
| Doesn't know when he won't care | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| (On the) train from nowhere | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| Money he blows.goes up his nose, he won't care | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| (On the) train from nowhere | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| (On the) train from nowhere | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| (On the) train from nowhere | |
| (It's the) train from nowhere | |
| (On the) train from nowhere |
| zuo ci : Freeman, Howden, Moore, Nelson | |
| In a 747 or the Santa Maria | |
| The new world is the focus of the foreigner' s dream | |
| Takes to the sea he takes to the skies | |
| Money he blows, follows his nose, he won' t care | |
| He may arrive in New York or the Spanish steps in Rome | |
| He' s the spirit looking harder for the place he' ll call home | |
| New kingdom in the making though the odds against him' s high | |
| In the splendour of the morning | |
| He is now arriving at the platform someplace | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| There is no on there to greet the stranger | |
| But you' ll see he won' t 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 won' t care | |
| Passing through the borders with a smile ' pon 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 | |
| Doesn' t know when he won' t care | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| Money he blows. goes up his nose, he won' t care | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere |
| zuò cí : Freeman, Howden, Moore, Nelson | |
| In a 747 or the Santa Maria | |
| The new world is the focus of the foreigner' s dream | |
| Takes to the sea he takes to the skies | |
| Money he blows, follows his nose, he won' t care | |
| He may arrive in New York or the Spanish steps in Rome | |
| He' s the spirit looking harder for the place he' ll call home | |
| New kingdom in the making though the odds against him' s high | |
| In the splendour of the morning | |
| He is now arriving at the platform someplace | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| There is no on there to greet the stranger | |
| But you' ll see he won' t 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 won' t care | |
| Passing through the borders with a smile ' pon 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 | |
| Doesn' t know when he won' t care | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| Money he blows. goes up his nose, he won' t care | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere | |
| It' s the train from nowhere | |
| On the train from nowhere |