I'm sat here on the late train from Lime Street
To Manchester Victoria again
I've been with two mates, a comedy night
A very studenty night, oh so young
Think they know it all, but they don't know none
Despite that, performances were quite good
I'm impressed by their sensibleness, some
Lessons maybe to be learned, if I could
Be like them, drink Coke not beer, I'd be stood
In a better place, stood on stable feet
But what is there to laugh at among them
They seem a joyless bunch, unfriendly sort
But then I was too, way back then, indeed
Now I'm stuck here alone on this late train
Mon 21 March
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