Apple Cider Reconstitution

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty,

The doors were open and the windows broken in

There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty

The travel posters were flapping in the wind

So we moved through the dust and gloom

Playing waiting games in the waiting-room

Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor

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And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider

Leaves me here without a place to go

If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening

The harbour lights still cut across the bay

>From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming

To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe

Ah but you know those small town blues

Are really too much to lose-

There's nothing really there to go back for

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Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine

To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head

If your situation's running dry, dry, dry

Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed

You know London can make your brain stall

The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night

So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call

They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right

And there's na, na, na noowah

On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar

See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know

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YOu have the most appealing surface I have seen

Bring it over here, lay it down by me

Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean

To make you see, this is the place to be

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty

The air was empty and the platforms overgrown

There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted

With mud and leaves and names carved long ago

and the rails go on forever in a silver trail to the setting sun

You can follow them anywhere you want to go

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