THE DISTANT ECHO
OF FAR AWAY
VOICES BOARDIN'
FAR AWAY 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
SMILIN', BEGUILIN'
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 SAY, I'VE A LITTLE MONEY
AND A TAKEAWAY CURRY
I'M ON THE WAY
HOME TO MY WIFE
SHE'LL BE LININ'
UP THE CUTLERY
YOU KNOW
SHE'S EXPECTING ME
POLISHING THE GLASSES
AND PULLIN' 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
HEY!
THE LAST THING THAT I SAW
AS I LAY THERE ON THE FLOOR
WAS JESUS SAVES
PAINTED BY AN ATHEIST NUTTER
AND A BRITISH RAIL POSTER
READ, HAVE AN AWAY DAY
A CHEAP HOLIDAY
WELL, 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
DON'T WANNA GO
DOWN IN A TUBE
STATION AT MIDNIGHT
DON'T WANNA GO
DOWN IN A TUBE
STATION AT MIDNIGHT
DON'T WANNA GO
DOWN IN A TUBE
STATION AT MIDNIGHT