I worked for five long years,
Nights in a cardboard box factory
Long, long. nights of pain and sweat
The machines never stopped
You had to really work hard
To try to keep up with them
If you ever hit the stop button
The supervisor would
Come down from his office
And want to know why

Outside the factory doors
Where we had to stand to smoke
A train track ran right past
On my 4 'O' Clock break
I would stand there
Cigarette in hand, staring
Staring, staring,
Staring at the trains
Dreaming about the people
And where they were going
I didn't know if they were
Heading  North or South
They could have been going
To London or Edinburgh
I didn't really care
They were always just
Going away
And that seemed good enough
For me
Away from sweat and pain
And long nights in a factory
Away from cardboard ******* boxes
And
Always
Away
From
Me