Madness

A train ride to tuesday
A platform far away
Scarlet shades of evening move clouds of grey
Awaking, arriving
The dirty station where
He passes crowds of people who don't see him there
Here's a desert island room
For a man who's cast away
Stranded in this home from home
>from his family
Far away
Home.
Well this is it
This is it
Is this my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not
Is this not
My home
One shoe-lace cardboard suitcase
One passport from the queen
One room for a light bulb
Where no-one's been
Sticks and stones, my old bones
Not like nineteen fifty-four
Then the liked me fine
But not anymore