Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
As complex as simple is.
Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
Another warm day,
A crowded train to London.
Feel the little breeze.
The music’s playing,
Many songs in different ears,
Each one to their own.