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Down In The Tube Station At Midnight ("In Concert", Hippodrome, Golders Green, 1981)
The Jam
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The distant echo of faraway voices
Boarding faraway trains
To take them home to the ones that they love
And who love them forever
The close dirty steps repeat my own
And reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for a few wrappers and a smallish paper
Mr Jones got run down
Hello to Belfast, all right to walk tomorrow
Not me alone or at my age
I'm down in a tube station at midnight
I fumble for change and pull out the queen
Smiling beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a pound
Behind me
Whispers in the shadows
Of blazing voices
And too wealthy
A boy they shout
"Have you got any money?"
And I say
I've made some money and I take away curry
I'm on my way home to my wife
But she's been lining up the council
Even now she's expecting me
Polishing her glasses and putting out the coal
Down in a tube station at midnight
I first felt a fist and then a kick
I could now smell their breath
They smelt of pubs and one wood scrub
And soon too many rough green days
My last cell around me
Took a look and drowned me
In solid persistence
The smell of brown glamour
And bleeding in with the weather
To cover
Out of sync, there's a man
Who talks to myself
He's good to see me
And speaking aloud
Down in a tube station at midnight
Down in a tube station at midnight
In a last lingering light
I saw the lay there on the floor
Was Jesus' sake painted by an atheist
Nattering a British love poetry
Now on a windy day
A cheap holiday
To the truth
I'm on my own
I think I'm on my own
And he's lying on the pavement
Checking his feet
Down in a tube station at midnight
The wire-wearing brats
And the powerless gone quite
Down in a tube station at midnight
Down in a tube station at midnight