Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Through the dark and wind that gusts and bustles,
Beneath a sky the icy moon adorns
Along cold pavements where the dead leaf rustles...
Waterloo to Brentford and back
To an horizon of writhing track
Rain on blue trains laying dust...
