So there he was then, Penzance to play ♪ Christmas Eve in a nowhere band
Now early morning Christmas Day ♪ He's hitching home to Geordieland ♪ Last night the snow came, just my luck
And who the hell do you think you are ♪ Climbing up into that truck ♪ With your old bag and your guitar ♪ And you, you would-be vagabond No-one invited you, you know
Matchstick man, up in the dawn ♪ You've got five hundred miles to go ♪ The driver now must drop off his load ♪ The snow still laying thick on the ground ♪ Leaves him on a high crossroads
Where he can see for miles around ♪ The sun is shining, sky is blue ♪ And everything is white and bare ♪ Not a car comes into view ♪ There's nothing moving anywhere ♪ And you, you would-be vagabond
No-one invited you, you know Matchstick man, you speck upon ♪ These vast and silent plains of snow