I'm less able to stand
and liable to fall.

that seat in the corner's for me
but she, yes you with the headphones on have gone and taken  it.

it's capital ain't it?
stand all your life and
think you're souring.

Him with the top hat sat next
to her in the corner with his head
buried in a paperback book
doesn't even bother to look,

The girl with three cases, one back pack
pulls faces as if I was to blame.

There are no friends to be made
it's one for oneself and all for one, the train carries on, I carry on, we all carry on
and some get off.

Friday
not a bad day but it never starts well and not if you're locked in your own private cell.

Her thumb's drumming on the glass screen of a Nokia,
knocking out her frustrations probably.

I'm letting it wash over me
it's just like a soap
without the suds.