Once more just before I'm leaving
Torn on the platform
Once more just before I'm leaving
Torn on the platform
Cos I miss you and I love you
And I know this is over for mow
Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you
You're not my girl you're my town
A weekend away, leave the city today
Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind
The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo
50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind
I get a good seat, with a window my feet
Are up on the one in front everyone stares
Why do they care, like theres feelings in chairs
Trapped for 3 hours until I get there
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise, ise, ise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
It's 1.58 wish that I had been late
And missed the train and given them an excuse
But what is the use,
I've less slack than a noose
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose
Cos my eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not dry, dry, dry
As I realise, ise, ise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Like in a film the motion starts to slow
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
Momenterily I'm standing froze
Then I jump between the gap
Land on the platform flat
I'm not
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform