Текст песни Castles and Kings - David Harley

When I was a kid in a country town
And I'd nothing better to do
I'd detour round by the railway bridge
On my way home from school
Leaning over the bridge with my chin in my hands
Too young to be wondering why
I'd wait what seemed hours for the signal to change
Wait for a train to go by

The lure of the footplate, the churn of the rods
Straining to places unknown
Fog in November, smoke in the cold air
The faraway steam-whistle moan
Bathing my eyes in the warmth of the lights
As up the track she would fly
I'd get home late: they'd ask where I'd been
I'd say, watching the trains go by

Saturday lunchtime some days in the spring
With the sky an implacable blue
Collecting the numbers of Castles and Kings
It's all I'd want to do
Perspective of steel cut through frostbitten green
Just went on to a faraway end
And I always felt sad at the Cambrian's tail-light
As she'd disappear round the bend

Now trains mean timetables, luggage and waiting rooms
Leaving the people I love
The pounding of diesels, the A to B run
Perspective has subtly moved
Tonight I am free and the rails are still endless
If I had the fare to ride
But I stand on a footbridge in the heart of the city
Watching the tube trains go by