Fenchurch Street Lyrics

"Welcome aboard this C2C Service to Fenchurch Street."
A mother growls at her child, in the seat opposite me
He's 5 maybe 6, and gives a running commentary of the trip
He just wants her attention, but she's not giving it to him

A man with a bottle, half empty, gets on at Upminster, and by Barking, he's passed out
As shadows move up and down, the carriage
Stations fly past, towards the end of the train
The sun sets in a pink sky with "no chance of rain"

Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do
Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do

Coming back home, a man gets on and he's crying and alone
He's got a can of Strongbow, so people leave him alone
But he doesn't look like the violent type, no one cares if he's alright
"Are you okay, or just having a bad day?"
No one understands

And he gets off, and you don't even look up
Because you don't even care, how
You'll never see him again
but can someone have too many friends?

Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do
Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do
Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do
Don't you meet strange people at train stations, I do