The distant echo
of faraway voices
boarding
faraway trains
To take them
home to
the ones that they
love and who
love them forever
The glazed,
dirty steps
Repeat my own and
reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting
Partially naked
Except for toffee
wrappers and this
morning's papers
Mister Jones got
run down
Headlines of death
and sorrow
They tell of tomorrow
Madmen on
the rampage
And I'm down
in the tube station
at midnight
I fumble for change
and pull out
the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money
and 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've
little money and
a take away curry
I'm on my way
home to my wife
She'll be lining
up the cutlery
You know she's
expecting me
Polishing the glasses
and pulling
out the cork
I'm down in the
tube station
at midnight
I first felt a fist
And then a kick
I could now smell
their breath
They smelt of pubs
and 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
It blended in
with the weather
It filled my eyes,
ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear,
speak any longer
I'm 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"
painted by some
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
And she'll think
it's me
I'm down in the
tube station
at midnight
The wine will
be flat and the
curry's gone cold
I'm down in the
tube station
at midnight
D'you wanna go
down in a
tube station
at midnight?
D'you wanna go
down in a
tube station
at midnight?
D'you wanna go
down in a
tube station
at midnight?
D'you wanna go
down in a
tube station
at midnight?