The Loneliness Of A Middle-Distance Runner
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
Ride in the field
Ride in the field
'Til the rain dies down.
The railway ticket states the destination but it doesn't mean that we will show
There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay the guard to switch the sign, off we go
The future's looking wonderful
It's the wonder of the businessman's conspiracy to sell you wares, no one cares
Oh, you care I know
You care I know
You care I know
I forgot for a while
On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute you'll give yourself a headache, yeah
So I spend the day in stories and in dreaming of the time when we're on stage
Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner,
Whens he stops the race and looks around
I like the stage, I've seen it now
I'll walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Walk to the station
Won't you follow me?
Won't you follow me?