Matchstick Man – Mark KnopflerBy So there he was then, Penzance to playChristmas Eve in a nowhere bandNow early morning Christmas DayHe’s hitching home to GeordielandLast night the snow came, just my luckAnd who the hell do you think you areClimbing up into that truckWith your old bag and your guitarAnd you, you would-be vagabondNo-one invited you, you knowMatchstick man, up in the dawnYou’ve got five hundred miles to goThe driver now must drop off his loadThe snow still laying thick on the groundLeaves him on a high crossroadsWhere he can see for miles aroundThe sun is shining, sky is blueAnd everything is white and bareNot a car comes into viewThere’s nothing moving anywhereAnd you, you would-be vagabondNo-one invited you, you knowMatchstick man, you speck uponThese vast and silent plains of snow www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20