On the train, yet again
No gambling thoughts in my brain
Back to London, back to work.
This responsible life I must not shirk. I used to hitch-hike everywhere
A twisted gambler, who had no cares
Often from the casino, quietly sobbing
Sweating profusely, with my feet madly throbbing When I was hitching, my twisted plan was
To deceive, lie and cheat from the drivers of cars
From city to city and from town to town
For ever the optimist, even when down. Anyway I digress; it’s nice on the train
I’m really very pleased, that I don’t need to hitch hike again.
Don’t get me wrong, Ive used trains before
But usually in them days I had to hide on the floor. Now these days I don’t need to hide
I always purchase an advance ticket to ride
Travelling in style is really quite nice
The only downfall is the extortionate price. But in those hitch-hiking days
My life was in pieces
So I’ll stick with the train
Despite price increases.Recovery is priceless.