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Third-Class ticket in his pocket
Punching out the shadows underneath the socket
T**** coat turned up against the fog
Slow coaches rolling o'er the moor
Between the very memory
And approaches of war
Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter
Loose change lonely, not the right amount
Forgotten man of an indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie standing in the rain
Nobody wants to buy a
Counterfeited prairie lullaby
In a colliery town
A hip flask and fumbled skein
With some stage door Josephine
Is all he'll get now
Eyes going in and out of focus
Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
Forgotten man, indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
The sky is falling
Jimmie standing in the rain
Her soft breath was gentle on his neck
If he could choose the time to die
Then he would come and go like this
Underneath a painted sky
She woke up and called him Charlie by mistake
And then in shame began to cry
Tarnished silver band peals off a phrase
And then warms their hands around the brazier
Forgotten man, indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie standing in the rain
Brilliantine glistening
Your soft plaintive whistling
And your wan wandering smile
Died down at The Hippodrome
Now you're walking off to jeers
The lonely sound of jingling spurs
The "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears"
Down at "The Argyle"
Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety
There's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society
Forgotten man, indifferent nation
Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie standing in the rain
Somebody's calling you again
It's finally dawning
Jimmie standing in the rain
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