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. (guitar break). 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. When 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?