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 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?