Torn On The Platform (Penate Jack)

Once more just before Im leaving Torn on the platform Once more just before Im leaving Torn on the platform Cos Ill miss you and I love you I know this is over just for mow Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you Youre not my girl you're my town A weekend away, leave the city today Dont want the big smoke to leave me behind The train leaves at 2, platform 3 Waterloo 50 p 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 theres feelings in chairs Trapped for 3 hours until I get there Cos my Eyes, eyes, eyes Are not Dry, dry, dry As I Realise, ise, ise That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs City Fly's, fly's, fly's 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 Cos my Eyes, eyes, eyes Are not Dry, dry, dry As I Realise, ise, ise That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs City Fly's, fly's, fly's 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 Momenterily 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