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