Caught the train to city fringe, My nose pressed on the glass, As fluoro cuts terracotta hues, Capeweed splits the tracks. I don't notice the ticket man, Who's asked me for the second time: "Where you going son? There's nothing left, We've hit the end of the line. "I confused everything, I lost my sense of place and time. I blamed it on the data man, Who dropped me as I copped my fine, I heard nothing from you. I've 50 cents for a dial tone, But your number is forever changing. I need a lift coz it's getting late, I really can't be bothered walking. I settle for a taxi cab, But I'm asked before I step inside: "Where you going son? I'm turning left, I can't take you if you're heading right. "I wandered on a bit, I wandered on through the night, Aimless and a little lost, Under trees instead of city lights, I heard nothing from you.