The Loneliness Of a Middle Distance Runner

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 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, Whens 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? r>Won't you follow me?