The Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner

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 smoker's railway arch again

The future's looking colorful

It's the color 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

Until 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 signs

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, boy

So I spend the day in stories

And in dreaming of the time when we're on stage

(Aren't you?)

Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner

As 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 there?

Walk to the station

Walk to the station

Walk to the station

Won't you follow me there?