The Loneliness of a 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

Till the rain dies down

The railway ticket states the destination

But it doesn't mean we will show

There's a fork upon the line

Pay the guard to switch the sign, off we go

The future's looking wonderful

It's a wonder of a 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 soggy afternoon spent in dispute

You 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?

When he stops the race and looks around

I left the stage, you've seen 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?