I'll take a second of the day
to think about the things that we
have done this year
The dog lies down, the pouring rain
I'm underneath the smoker's railway arch again
The future's looking colourful
It's the colour of blood, chaos and
corruption of a happy soul
A happy soul will
Ride in the field
Ride in the field
Ride in the field
Till the rain dies down
The railway ticket states a destination