Down In The Tube Station At Midnight - Single Version

The distant echo
Of far away voices boarding far away 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 morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage
And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for change
And pulled out the Queen, smiling, beguiling
I put in the money
And pull out a plum, behind me

Whispers in the shadows
Gruff blazing voices, hating, waiting
Hey boy, they shout
"Have you got any money?"

But I say, "I've a little money and a take away curry
I'm on the way home to my wife
She'll be lining up the cutlery and now she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"
I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist
And then 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
It blended in with the weather

It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses, couldn't see, hear, speak any longer
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said, I was down in the tube station at midnight

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 read
'Have an away day, a cheap holiday, do it today'

I glanced back on my life and thought about my wife
'Cause they took the keys, and she'll think it's me
I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold
I'm down in the tube station at midnight

Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight