Torn On the Platform

Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform 'Cause I'll miss you and I love you And I know this is over just for now 'Cause 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 50p 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 there's feelings in chairs Trapped for 3 hours until I get there 'Cause my Eyes, eyes, eyes Are not Dry, dry, dry As I Realise, lise, lise That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs City Flies, flies, flies 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? 'Cause my Eyes, eyes, eyes Are not Dry, dry, dry As I Realise, lise, lise That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs City Flies, flies, flies 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 Momentarily 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