Empty Hand - Eliza Doolittle

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 tie

Tired of the journey

No hand held in mine

No I’ll never, sever any tie

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 foe

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

And empty hand I wave goodbye

I feel a tickle in my eye

No I’ll never, sever any tie

Tired of the journey

No hand held in mine

No I’ll never, sever any tie

Tired of the journey

No hand held in mine