Vacant

Blinders/Passing Lights/Tempered Joy

A
Waiting for a bus at a train station
It's the wrong type of quarter to 3
The only thing that's colder than the seats 
are the shoulders and the feet of the people with no tea,

My arse is like an ice-cold 50 pence piece
Your face is like a wrinkled leather shoe
You're quite a chunk of meat
I'd steal your blanket for a heat
If I didn't think a fight would ensue

F#m
Time passes some more
Or so I'm assured
As the hands on my watch crawl around
Fat cunts eat their crisps and Pepsi Max Twists
But nowhere's a spare to be found

A
A wander to the toilet to freshen things up
Would be just what the doctor intended
Unfortunately, Network Rail Plc. says you can't leave your bags unattended

F#m
A bang from a man in a hi-vis vest
Snaps me back from a cold weary fold
He's putting up all the new public opinions
Incase a real thought takes hold
Caution, wet floor
Close the exit door
Some people have jobs to do

C#m
Now there's no more crisps, or pepsi max twists
But my hands are nice shade of blue
I'll risk a controlled explosion of my bags for a heat from the fan in the loo
Another 30p
What does it mean to me?
That can't buy fuck all anyway

Lay down their heads til their journey resumes
An announcement will wake up the nation
But I'll stay awake
Watch the clock as I wait
On a bus in the train station


Missing The Points

You were just a friend to me
For a few short weeks
But I couldn't let it be

The terms had already been agreed
You were a class above me
But I couldn't let it be

I misinterpreted that twinkle in your eye
For the spark of someone who wants something more
I let myself believe that I might be your guy
But I was knocking hard on the wrong door

So I'll have to take friendship again

Well I'm quite happy to be your friend
Only a fool would let this end so soon

It would be nice to be top of the tree
But that's not me
So I'll take the wooden spoon

I misinterpreted that twinkle in your eye
For the spark of someone who wants something more
I let myself believe that I might be your guy
But I was knocking hard on the wrong door

The Appeal