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 wrapers and this mornings paper Mr. jones got run down Headlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrow Madmen on the rampage And Im 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 - Ive a little money and a take away curry, Im on my way home to my wife. Shell be lining up the cutlery, You know shes expecting me Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork And Im 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 Couldnt see, hear, speak any longer And Im 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 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 - and shell think its me And Im down in the tube station at midnight The wine will be flat and the currys gone cold Im down in the tube station at midnight Dont want to go down in a tube station at midnight

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