Torn on the Platform

Once more just before I'm leaving
 Torn on the platform
 Once more just before I'm leaving
 Torn on the platform
 'Cause I'll miss you and I love you
 And I know this is over just for now
 'Cause I miss you, ohh, how I miss you
 You're not my girl you're my town
 A weekend away, leave the city today
 Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind
 The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo
 50p to the tramp makes me feel kind
 I get a good seat, with a window, my feet
 Are up on the one in front; everyone stares
 Why do they care, like there's feelings in chairs
 Trapped for 3 hours until I get there
 'Cause my
 Eyes, eyes, eyes
 Are not
 Dry, dry, dry
 As I
 Realise, lise, lise
 That in a few minutes this train will be gone
 Sighs, sighs, sighs
 City
 Flies, flies, flies
 Wonder
 Why, why, why
 Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform
 It's 1.58 wish that I had been late
 And missed the train and given them an excuse
 But what is the use, I've less slack than a noose
 Do or die stay or go what shall I choose?
 'Cause my
 Eyes, eyes, eyes
 Are not
 Dry, dry, dry
 As I
 Realise, lise, lise
 That in a few minutes this train will be gone
 Sighs, sighs, sighs
 City
 Flies, flies, flies
 Wonder
 Why, why, why
 Would anyone want to leave where I come from?
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform
 Like in a film the motion starts to slow
 As the beeping carriage doors begin to close
 Momentarily I'm standing froze
 Then I jump between the gap
 Land on the platform flat
 I'm not
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform
 Torn on the platform