The power cables overhead
Under the blue sky and broken clouds of mid July
And people on the platform
Going to work - like me
Old men in suits, young things with fold-up bikes
From a place called "Long Buckby" - you couldn't make it up
The tiny-print timetable displayed on the far wall
Too far now, too small for my struggling eyes
'Stumbling in' - Suzie Quattro whispers in my ear
Too right - stumbling in, rolling along
going with the flow, hitting the ground running
For somebody's tomorrow
We gave our today.
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