Well i'm standing in the rain, and i'm waiting for a train
When will it come?
Because it's wet and i am cold, and i am feeling rather old
It's not much fun
When will this train arrive?
Because i've got so far to go, i'm a poet, don't you know?
I deal in rhymes
But i've got to stand in front of every other person
Who's waiting for the train
When will this train arrive?
Because visions in my head take me somewhere else instead
Of this railway platform
So i've got to get on first because i think that i might burst
If i can't charge my laptop