paroles de chanson Prospects - Madness
A
train
ride'
til
Tuesday
A
platform
far
away
Scarlet
shades
of
evening
Move
clouds
to
grey
The
waking,
ariving
The
dirty
station
where
He
passes
crowds
of
people
Who
don't
see
him
there
He's
a
desert
island
man
Foreign
man
who's
cast
away
Stranded
in
this
home
from
home
From
his
family
far
away
Home
This
is
it
This
is
it,
is
this
my
heart?
Miss
you
with
all
my
heart
This
is
not
Is
this
not
my
home?
One
shoe-laced
cardboard
suitcase
One
passport
from
the
Queen
One
room
for
a
light
bulb
Where
no
one's
been
Sticks
and
stones,
my
old
bones
Not
like
1954
Who
may
likely
find
But
not
anymore
The
city
room,
where
is
my
room?
Nothing
left
to
say
But
in
the
dark,
he
thinks
of
home
far
away
Home
Well,
this
is
it
This
is
it,
is
this
my
heart?
I
miss
you
with
all
my
heart
This
is
not
Is
this
not
my
home?
I
feel
cold,
getting
old
More
than
the
climate's
change
Stranded
on
this
island
The
rate
of
exchange
Here's
a
desert
island
room
For
a
man
who's
cast-away
Today
he
will
not
be
at
work
There
is
no
work
anyway
How
is
it
when
you
feel
it?
Do
you
wonder
what
gets
you
down?
You're
looking
in
the
windows
When
you
walk
this
town
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