Redtrack
Fenchurch Street
"Welcome aboard this C2C Service to Fenchurch Street."A mother growls at her child, in the seat opposite meHe's 5 maybe 6, and gives a running commentary of the tripHe just wants her attention, but she's not giving it to himA man with a bottle, half empty, gets on at Upminster, and by Barking, he's passed outAs shadows move up and down, the carriageStations fly past, towards the end of the trainThe sun sets in a pink sky with "no chance of rain"Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I doDon't you meet strange people at train stations, I doComing back home, a man gets on and he's crying and aloneHe's got a can of Strongbow, so people leave him aloneBut he doesn't look like the violent type, no one cares if he's alright"Are you okay, or just having a bad day?"No one understandsAnd he gets off, and you don't even look upBecause you don't even care, howYou'll never see him againbut can someone have too many friends?Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I doDon't you meet strange people at train stations, I doDon't you meet strange people at train stations, I doDon't you meet strange people at train stations, I do
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