My feet are up on the one in front everyone stares
But why do they care? Like there's feelings in chairs
for 3 hours until I get there
My eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry
As I realize-lize-lize
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, flies
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
I'm torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
It's 1:58, wish that I had been late
And missed the train and given them an excuse
But what is the use? I've less than a
Do or die, stay or go, what should I choose?
'Cause my eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry
As I realize-lize-lize
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, flies
Wonder why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
I'm torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
Like in a film the motion starts to slow
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
Momentarily I'm standing froze
Then I jump between the gap, land on the platform flat
I'm not torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
I'm torn on the platform
Once more just before I'm leavingTorn on the platformOnce more just before I'm leavingTorn on the platform'Cause I miss you and I love youAnd I know this is over for now'Cause I miss you, oh, how I miss youYou're not my girl you're my townA weekend away, leave the city todayDon't want the big smoke to leave me behindThe train leaves at 2, Platform 3 Waterloo50 p to the makes me feel kindI get a good seat with a windowMy feet are up on the one in front everyone staresBut why do they care? Like there's feelings in chairs for 3 hours until I get thereMy eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dryAs I realize-lize-lizeThat in a few minutes this train will be goneSighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, fliesWonder why, why, whyWould anyone want to leave where I come from?I'm torn on the platformIt's 1:58, wish that I had been lateAnd missed the train and given them an excuseBut what is the use? I've less than a Do or die, stay or go, what should I choose?'Cause my eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dryAs I realize-lize-lizeThat in a few minutes this train will be goneSighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, fliesWonder why, why, whyWould anyone want to leave where I come from?I'm torn on the platformLike in a film the motion starts to slowAs the beeping carriage doors begin to closeMomentarily I'm standing frozeThen I jump between the gap, land on the platform flatI'm not torn on the platform
noose
noeud coulant
slack
molle
Stuck
collé (coincé)
tramp
clochard
Holiday by Madonna
release
libérer, relâcher
spread
répandre
Leaving, on a Jet Plane by John Denver
dawn
aube, aurore
horn
klaxon
lonesome
solitaire
Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips
