Train at six fifteen
the bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop and a coin
nigh is spent and dawn I wait
a pub called Dawn is my home
foggy-headed that evening
resting my head on my elbows
as I'm sitting alone at my table
and now they are all mine because no one is there
......
Train at six fifteen
the bottle is empty like a well of wishes
without a single drop and a coin
nigh is spent and dawn I wait
a pub called Dawn is my home
foggy-headed that evening
resting my head on my elbows
as I'm sitting alone at my table
and now they are all mine because no one is there
......