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 wrappers and this mornings papers
Mr Jones got rundown
headlines of death and sorrow,they tell of tomorrow
madmen on the rampage
and Im down in the tube station at midnight ohohohoh
I fumble for change,and pull out the queen
smiling beguiling
I put in the money,and pull out a plumb......
behind me
whispers in the shadows
gruff blazing voices,hating waiting
hey boy they shout,have you got any money?
I said, ive a little money and a take away curry
Im on the way home to the wife
she,ll 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 ohohohoh
I first felt a fist,and the 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
blended in with the weather
it filled my eyes,ears,nose and mouth it blocked all my senses
couldnt see,hear,speak any longer
Im down in the tube station at midnight ohohohoh
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight ohohohoh
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 said
have an away day,a cheap holiday,do it today
i glanced back on my life,and thought about my wife
cos they took my keys and she will think its me
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 ohohohoh
dont wanna go down in the tube station at midnight ohohohoh
dont let me go down in the tube station at midnight ohohohoh
Beautiful and brutal at the same time.
Paul Weller, the Jams Down in the tube station at midnight,from All Mod Cons
