Lyrics:

The Distant Echo -
of Faraway Voices Boarding Faraway Trains
to Take Them Home To
the Ones That They Love And Who Love Them Forever
the Glazed, Dirty Steps - Repeat My Own And Reflect My Thoughts
cold And Uninviting, Partially Naked
except For Toffee Wrapers And This Morning's Paper
mr. Jones Got Run Down
headlines Of Death And Sorrow - They Tell Of Tomorrow
madmen On The Rampage
and I'm Down In The Tube Station At Midnight
i Fumble For Change - And Pull Out The Queen
smiling, Beguiling
i Put In The Money And Pull Out A Plum
behind Me
whispers In The Shadows - Gruff Blazing Voices
hating, Waiting