Torn on the Platform

Once more just before I'm leaving
Torn on the platform
Once more just before I'm leaving
Torn on the platform

'Cause I'll miss you and I love you
And I know this is over just for now
'Cause I miss you, ohh, how I miss you
You're not my girl you're my town

A weekend away, leave the city today
Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind
The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo
50p to the tramp makes me feel kind

I get a good seat, with a window, my feet
Are up on the one in front; everyone stares
Why do they care, like there's feelings in chairs
Trapped for 3 hours until I get there

'Cause my
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not
Dry, dry, dry
As I
Realise, lise, lise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City
Flies, flies, flies
Wonder
Why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?

Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform

It's 1.58 wish that I had been late
And missed the train and given them an excuse
But what is the use, I've less slack than a noose
Do or die stay or go what shall I choose?

'Cause my
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not
Dry, dry, dry
As I
Realise, lise, lise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City
Flies, flies, flies
Wonder
Why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?

Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform

Like in a film the motion starts to slow
As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
Momentarily I'm standing froze
Then I jump between the gap
Land on the platform flat

I'm not

Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform
Torn on the platform