The Lucksmiths - From Macaulay Station lyrics

I know by now That no-one cheers up when told to That it's more the arms that hold you Than whatever words are said Of course I know But you can't blame me for trying I could hardly hear you crying For the traffic overhead There will come a time When there will come a train To take us somewhere else You figured out You needn't break a promise For it to be dishonest For you to be undone But spare yourself the self-recriminations And summon all your patience For the summer still to come 'Cause there will come a time When there will come a train To take us somewhere else Far away from the factory shells And the shades of grey From the pools of piss and the broken gla** Underneath the overpa** From the rush-hour roar and the nagging rain There will come a time There will come a train....