Waiting For The 7:18 Songtext / Lyric

Waiting for the 7.18

January is endless

Weary-eyed and forlorn

the Northern Line is the loudest



Sitting in silence in bars after work

I've got nothing to add or contest

Can I still kick a ball a hundred yards?



Now we cling to bottles

and memories of the past



Just give me moments

not hours or days

Just give me moments






Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night

Let the sadness off those molars

Spend all your spare time trying to escape

With crosswords and Sudoku



If I could do it again I'd make more mistakes

I'd not be so scared of falling

If I could do it again I'd climb more trees

I'd pick and I'd eat more wild

blackberries



Just give me moments

not hours or days

Just give me moments



Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend



Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend