From Macaulay Station - The Lucksmiths

I know by now

That no-one cheers up when told to

That it’s more the arms that hold you

Than whatever words are said

Of course I know

But you can’t blame me for trying

I could hardly hear you crying

For the traffic overhead

There will come a time

When there will come a train

To take us somewhere else

You figured out

You needn’t break a promise

For it to be dishonest

For you to be undone

But spare yourself the self-recriminations

And summon all your patience

For the summer still to come

'Cause there will come a time

When there will come a train

To take us somewhere else

Far away from the factory shells

And the shades of grey

From the pools of piss and the broken glass

Underneath the overpass

From the rush-hour roar and the nagging rain

There will come a time

There will come a train…