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 write in the field
Write in the field
Write 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 businessman's consipiracy to sell you wares, no one cares
Oh, you'd care I know
You'd care I know
You'd care I know
I forgot for a while

On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute you'll give youself a headache boy
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?
When he stops the race and looks around, all at 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?