The Loneliness of the Middle Distance Runner

I take a second of the day To think about the things that we have done this year The dark lies down the pouring rain I'm underneath the smoker's railway arch again The future's looking colorful It's the color of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul A happy soul We'll ride in the field Ride in the field Ride in the field Until the rain dies down The railway ticket states the destination But it doesn't mean that we will show There's a fork along the line We'll pay the guard to switch the signs 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 On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute You'll give yourself a headache, boy So I spent 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 As he stops the race and looks around? I've left the stage, you've seen it it now I walk to the station Walk to the station Walk to the station Won't you follow me down? Walk to the station Walk to the station Walk to the station Won't you follow me down?