Workers lined up two by two
There are so many in the queue
What are they all waiting for?
It must be something important
as there are so many more
joining them in this strange line
That goes all the way down platform 9
8 o clock and the queue is getting bigger
It has grown by hundreds in such a short space
But they all seem to know their place
Mrs Smith with her pearls and shiny suit
And matching shoes to boot
Standing by the coffee stand
With her Chanel bag in her hand
Mr Jones over there by the vending machine
He always looks so pristine clean
He reads the metro while he waits
Trying not to get irate.
What is that I hear?
Oh it soon becomes clear
A distant sound getting louder and louder
And then the big long train appears
The queue of people shuffle about
They get ready to shout
If someone stands in their way
As the doors open they push and push
Hoping to get a seat on this expensive route.
The train leaves the station
But there still seems to be a whole nation
Left on platform 9
They have formed orderly rows
Which seems to grow and grow
No matter how many trains pass by
There are always people left waiting high and dry.
The funny thing is, they don’t have a clue
That I am up here, watching from my bird’s eye view.
(C) September 16, 2007
There are so many in the queue
What are they all waiting for?
It must be something important
as there are so many more
joining them in this strange line
That goes all the way down platform 9
8 o clock and the queue is getting bigger
It has grown by hundreds in such a short space
But they all seem to know their place
Mrs Smith with her pearls and shiny suit
And matching shoes to boot
Standing by the coffee stand
With her Chanel bag in her hand
Mr Jones over there by the vending machine
He always looks so pristine clean
He reads the metro while he waits
Trying not to get irate.
What is that I hear?
Oh it soon becomes clear
A distant sound getting louder and louder
And then the big long train appears
The queue of people shuffle about
They get ready to shout
If someone stands in their way
As the doors open they push and push
Hoping to get a seat on this expensive route.
The train leaves the station
But there still seems to be a whole nation
Left on platform 9
They have formed orderly rows
Which seems to grow and grow
No matter how many trains pass by
There are always people left waiting high and dry.
The funny thing is, they don’t have a clue
That I am up here, watching from my bird’s eye view.
(C) September 16, 2007
