Apple Cider Re-Constitution - Al Stewart

When we came to the station, all the trains were rusty

The doors were open and the windows broken in

There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty

The travel posters were flappin' in the wind

So, we moved through the dust and gloom

Playin' waiting games in the waiting room

Lay our sleepin' bags out on the floor

And on Sunday mornin', easy rider comes to me

With apple cider, leaves me here without a place to go

If I followed the coast road, I’d be home by evenin'

The harbor lights still cut across the bay

From the slot machine arcade the lights go streamin'

To the bikes outside the rock 'n roll cafe

Ah, but you know those small town blues

Are really too much to lose

There’s nothin' really there to go back for

Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine

To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head

Oh, if your situation’s runnin' dry, dry, dry

Find a waiting room beneath the stars to make your bed

You know London can make your brain stall

The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night

So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call,

They wanna take you to the Earl’s Court Road but it don’t seem right

Cause there’s na na na noowah on the jukebox

Singin' in the burger bar, see the people’s faces

In the passin' cars don’t want to know

You have the most appealing surface I have seen

Bring it over here, lay it down by me

Don’t mean to make you nervous, I just mean

To make you see, this is the place to be

When we came to the station, all the trains were rusty

The air was empty and the platforms overgrown

There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted

With mud and leaves and names carved long ago

And the rails go on forever in a silver trail

To the setting sun, you can follow them

Anywhere you want to go