A distant echo of faraway voices
Boarding faraway trains
To take them home to,
the ones that they love and will love them forever
The glazed dirty steps,
repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold, uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers
and this morning's
papers
Mr
Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow,
they tell of tomorrow
Mad men on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at
mid night
I fumble for change an
d pull out the cream
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money an
d pull out a plug
But behind me are whispers
in the shadows
Gruff blazing voices hating waiting
Hey boy, they shout,
have you got any money?
I say I've got a little money and a takeaway curry,
I'm on my way home to my wife
She'll be pulling out the cutlery,
you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork,
and I'm down in the tube station at mid night
I first felt a fist, an d then a kick
Now I could smell their breath
They smelled of pots
An d wormwood scrubs
And too many right -wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me
In its own existence
The smell of brown leather
Blended in with the weather
Filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight I said
I was down in the tube station at midnight
And the last thing I saw as I
lay there on the floor
Was
Jesus
Saves written by an atheist nutter
And the
British
Rail poster read
Have an away day,
a cheap holiday, do it today
And I looked back on my life and
thought about my wife
Cos they got the keys and
she'll think it's me
And I'm down in the tube
station at midnight
And the wine will be warm and
the curry's gone cold
And I'm down in the tube
station at midnight
I don't wanna go down in the
tube station at midnight