Rushing down platform 8, all my efforts are in vain disappearing in the dark are the tail lights of the train one minute too late - it was the cab drivers fault now I've got to wait next to a pissed yob 'got any change?' - he's getting brash I search my pockets for some cash while he's still talking trash stand back on platform 8 next service will be late please mind the doors please mind the gap passengers moving from B to A going home or coming to town who knows their journey route different trains going on different rails wheels are finding their way spinning round without rest heading from east to west beds of sleepers go by train delay - another service cancelled six past nine - I won't arrive in time I step inside the waiting room it smells of sweat and pee and poo I hope I'll find a place to rest I cast a desperate view my legs a tired - I'd like to get a seat but noone seems to move his ass so I remain on my feet Sieges Even Trainsong