as soon as the doors open and we enter the carriage
we enter a world of pure silence, a world of lost courage
a place with different faces,
from different places, ages and races
behind every face lies a history of painful thoughts
i am not 100% sure, but everyone looks distraught
i just want to turn to the person next to me and say "hello"
but there's no point really as they will only tell me where to go
as soon as i step on to the train my eyes go all funny
they go up and down and they are thinking 'can't look at her belly'
i find them looking at other peoples news
or looking out the window at the same old views
i find myself looking at woman in the reflection
i can see them do the same as they crave attention
my thoughts get disturbed by the voice "stand clear of the doors!"
and i quickly take my eyes away from the football scores
i imagine what is going on in the peoples heads
and i sometimes catch glimpses of gossip said
i see the train is coming out the tunnel and into the light
i will be doing that again on the way back home tonight
it's winter now, and getting rather cold
i have already heard about the delays, i am told
the train is a chariot for the working man
a money grabbing L.R.T scam
this ticket in my pocket is far too high
my eyes go to the back of my head with a sigh
last week there was another suicide again
i feel for the drivers pain
think i might try and get some sleep, head on the glass
but i only close my eyes and think of arse
i am so close to the most beautiful woman ever
by her mobile phone conversation i guess her name is Heather
all the beauty, intelligence and wit on this carriage alone
i will think about on the way back home
i hate London transport and the people on there
giving me those dirty stares
well at least we are not on British rail
that my friends is a different tale!