DOWN IN THE TUBESTATION AT MIDNIGHT
(Paul Weller)

The Jam - 1978


The distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
To take them home to the ones that they love and who love them forever
The glazed dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones got run down
Headlines of death and sorrow, they tell of tomorrow
Madmen on the rampage

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I fumble for change, and pull out the Queen
Smiling, beguiling
I put in the money and pull out a plum
Behind me......
Whispers in the shadows, gruff blazing voices
Hating, waiting
"Hey boy" they shout, "have you got any money ?"
And I said "I've a little money and a take away curry, I'm on my way home to my wife.
She'll be lining up the cutlery,you know she's expecting me
Polishing the glasses and pulling out the cork"

I'm down in the tube station at midnight

I first felt a fist, and then a kick
I could now smell their breath.
They smelt of pubs and Wormwood Scrubs
And too many right wing meetings
My life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth
It blocked all my senses
Couldn't see, hear, speak any longer

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
I said I was down in the tube station at midnight

The last thing that I saw
As I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus Saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail poster read "Have an Awayday, a cheap holiday, Do it today!"
I glanced back on my life, and thought about my wife
Because they took the keys, and she'll think it's me

And I'm down in the tube station at midnight
The wine will be flat and the curry's gone cold

I'm down in the tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight
Don't want to go down in a tube station at midnight