Reeling down Broadway
and feeling there's no way
to make a wrong situation right.

Followed by phantoms
shadowed by lanterns
makes this a long lonely night.

There's a rainbow or crossbow
not sure which so I wait
for the lightning to strike.

When I'm lit up I'll light out.

and it's the sand flowing through
every hour glass I knew
that crystallises these thoughts.

Elementary central on the tube
going mental
which is always the way that it is.

The station clock
going
tickety tock
seems to rock with the
carriage I'm in.

Chancery lane and once more
I refrain from crying today
still
reeling down Broadway
feeling I should pray

I read the 'Metro' instead.