The distant echo -
of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to
the ones that they love & who love them forever
The glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own & reflect my thoughts
Cold & uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers & this morning´s paper
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death & sorrow - they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I am down in the tube station at midnight
I fumble for change - & pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money & pull out a plum
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout - "have you got any money?"
And I said - "I have a little money & a take away curry,
I am on my way home to my wife.
She will be lining up the cutlery,
You know she has expecting me
Polishing the glasses & pulling out the cork"
And I am down in the tube station at midnight
I 1st felt a fist, & then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs & Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look & drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose & mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn´t see, hear, speak any longer
And I am down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight
The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" pain´ted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -
Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life
And thought about my wife
´Cause they took the keys - & she will think it is me
And I am down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat & the curry´s gone cold
I am down in the tube station at midnight
Don´t wanna go down in a tube station at midnight
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