Trains
I walk along the stran
to catch the late ride home
Shuttle through the evening gloo
knowing I forgot to phone
The back door's open
There's a chill blowing in
Take your warm hands off me
Let the night begin
Shush your mouth
Listen to me
I won't say nothing -
Just let me be you
Toad in the Hole
Kicking through the wet leaves lyin
all along the station road
Past tired graffitti wailing
raw emotion to unload
There's coal in the fireplac
and money in the bank too
Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper
Still got the back room to do
Don't be late
Got a day's work behind me
Feel a little devastate
but my nights are assigne
to you
No tom-cat creeping, no
could ever be so bol
to hang around our place tonigh
when I come in from the cold
There's a straight-six in the garag
and some fine wine to cool
Labour-savers in the kitchen
room in the garden for a pool
Shush your mouth
Let imagination ru
here in bed-sit heave
where all the best wishing's don
to warm Toad in the Hole.
