I'll take a second of the day to think    about the things that we have done this year   The dog lies down, the pouring rain,    I'm underneath the smokers' railway arch again   The future's looking colourful   It's the colour of blood, chaos    and corruption of a happy soul   A happy soul will ride in the field   Ride in the field   Ride in the field   'Til the rain dies down.      The railway ticket states the destination   but it doesn't mean that we will show   There's a fork upon the line, we'll pay   the guard to switch the sign, off we go   The future's looking wonderful   It's the wonder of the businessman's   conspiracy to sell you wares, no one cares   Oh, you care I know   You care I know   You care I know   I forgot for a while      (guitar break)      On a sulky afternoon spent in dispute   you'll give yourself a headache, yeah   So I spend the day in stories and in    dreaming of the time when we're on stage      Have you seen the loneliness of a middle distance runner,   When he stops the race and looks around   I like the stage, I've seen it now (?)   I'll walk to the station   Walk to the station   Walk to the station   Won't you follow me?      Walk to the station   Walk to the station   Walk to the station   Won't you follow me?