Queue For Layton Station

Layton Station

Lead me by the forearm,
The lone railway worker
Blissful matrimony 'in the mix'
With the rhythm of work
Me, slightly (well, a lot) older
But leaner and with hair (or heir)
Like Will 'O' the Wisp

I bumped into him
In the doorway
And he looked at me askance
I asked him his name
And he didn't answer
What happens when they don't answer?
I mean, how do you get someone to answer you?

They bring you up to 'Save the nation'
But what happens if you die of starvation?
Georgie Porgie said summat about
Sinkin' in the mud
So look it up, on t'internet
What happens when you die of starvation?
In School and career your dreams are paved

Like Eleanor Rigby no-one was ever saved
But no, back to the Parkie lookalike
I did a little dance for him
And this time told him my name
But he still didn't answer
So I thought of Milton enjoying the hills
Seems strange they want you to 'be a boffin'

But no, increase your acidic quaffing
T'is me, my fault, mea culpa
So consider, again
What happens when you die of starvation?
You sit, and rock!
And ponder the equation, the possibility
That this confession has meant nothing

Lead me by the forearm