I know by now That no-one cheers up when told to That it's more the arms that hold you Than whatever words are said Of course I know But you can't blame me for trying I could hardly hear you crying For the traffic overhead There will come a time When there will come a train To take us somewhere else You figured out You needn't break a promise For it to be dishonest For you to be undone But spare yourself the self-recriminations And summon all your patience For the summer still to come 'Cause there will come a time When there will come a train To take us somewhere else Far away from the factory shells And the shades of grey From the pools of piss and the broken glass Underneath the overpass From the rush-hour roar and the nagging rain There will come a time There will come a train...