i'll take a second of the day to think about the things

that we have

done this year

the dog lies down, the pouring rain

i'm underneath the smokers' railway arch again

the future's looking colourful

it's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a

happy soul

a happy soul will

ride in the field

till the rain dies down



the railway ticket states a destination

but it doesn't mean that we will show

there's a fork up on the line

we paid the guard to switch the sign, and off we go

the future's looking wonderful

it's the wonder of a businessman's conspiracy to

sell your wares

and no one cares

oh you care, i know

you care, i know

i forgot for a while



on a sulky afternoon spent in dispute

you'll give youself a headache boy

so i take revenge in stories and in dreaming of the time when

we're on stage

"have you seen The Lonliness Of A Middle Distance Runner?"

when he stops the race and looks around

i left the stage

"you've seen it now"

i walk to the station

i wish you follow me tonight