Overweight office worker sweating on the train
Coffee and cigarettes coursing through his veins
Angry and Aggressive on the central line
The hair transplant clearly isn't working
The woman leaning against the doors
Reminds me of the first girl I ever kissed
One summer on the estate where I grew up
I guess she was about a year older
Towered above me like some kind of praying mantis
I feel asleep on this train last night
On my way home from the drinks I didn't need
Jolted to life 2 stops from home and remembered how we used to ride this train together
We used to ride this train together
I read a story in the paper about an old woman who'd given up on life
She couldn't live with new technology
The world she knew was now long
Dead so she traveled to Switzerland to end her life
I heard that back in the day you could leave your front door open
Apparently the criminals never stole from there own
But during the blitz when the bombs were dropping
Frankie Frazier was ransacking your home
We are in the sixth extinction
Does new technology get you down?
East End mythology wear you out?
Are you still afraid of the first girl you kissed?
Still regret those after work drinks?
We are in the sixth extinction