We ride the train to work & read the news The news is bad again, what else is new?nThe pensioner who’s murdered on page 4nPage six has more bombs in a far-off war.nBut then you see the skyline & the river in the sunlightn& every day, it takes your breath away,n& you look at all the faces with their stories and their secretsnGetting through another working day.nn& our leaders making speeches,nThey’re very good at making speeches,nHow our soldiers have to be there,n& how we will not surrender,nBut you never see them riding on your train.nnWe ride the train back home & read the news,nThere’s not much on TV, what else is new?nThe beggars hold out hands to catch the night,nThe smart hotels and cafes shine so bright.nBut then you see the skyline & the bridges with their lamplight,n& even now, it takes your breath away,n& you look at all the faces with their stories and their secretsnWinding down another working day.nn& our leaders making speeches...nnWe ride the train to work & read the news,nYou thank your lucky stars it wasn’t you,nIt wasn’t you in Baghdad or Madrid,nOr on the train from King’s Cross when the bombs came home.nPicking up the pieces, picking up the pieces,nPicking up the pieces, picking up the pieces,nn& our leaders making speechesnHow our soldiers have to be theren& how we will not surrendern& you’re picking up the piecesnBut you never see them riding on your trainnWhen the bombs come home.nn