Once more just before I'm leaving,
Torn on the platform.
Once more just before I'm leaving,
Torn on the platform.

'Cause I miss you,
And I love you,
And I know this is over for now.
'Cause I miss you
Ooh 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 the window, my feet,
Are up on the one in front everyone stares,
But why do they care? Like there's 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 nouse
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 begine 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