From Macaulay Station
(Donald)
I know by now
That no-one cheers up when told to
That it’s more the arms that hold you
Than whatever words are said
Of course I know
But you can’t blame me for trying
I could hardly hear you crying
For the traffic overhead
There will come a time
When there will come a train
To take us somewhere else
You figured out
You needn’t break a promise
For it to be dishonest
For you to be undone
But spare yourself the self-recriminations
And summon all your patience
For the summer still to come
’Cause there will come a time
When there will come a train
To take us somewhere else
Far away from the factory shells
And the shades of grey
From the pools of piss and the broken glass
Underneath the overpass
From the rush-hour roar and the nagging rain
There will come a time
There will come a train....
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