Jimmie Standing In The Rain

verse 1: Third-class ticket in his pocket Punching out the shadows underneath the sockets Tweed coat turned up against the fog           ...                             Slow coaches rolling o’er the moor Between the very memory and approaches of war                      Prehorus 1: Stale bread curling on a luncheon counter Loose change lonely not the right amount Forgotten man of an indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody’s calling you again The sky is falling ...                              Jimmie’s standing in the rain verse 2: Nobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby     In a colliery town ...                          The hip flask and fumbled skein Of some stage door Josephine is all he’ll get now                 PreChorus 2: Eyes going in and out of focus Mild and bitter from tuberculosis Forgotten man indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody’s calling you again The sky is falling ...                             Jimmie’s standing in the rain                  Bridge: Her soft breath was gentle on his neck ...                                 If he could choose the time to die ...       Then he would come and go like this Underneath a painted sky    She woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistake ...                                    And then in shame began to cry Tarnished silver band peels off a phrase And then warms their hands around the brazier Forgotten man indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody’s calling you again It’s finally dawning ...                             Jimmie’s standing in the rain                      verse 4: (played sparsely) Brilliantine glistening Your soft plaintive whistling And your wan wandering smile      Died down at The Hippodrome Now you’re walking off to jeers the lonely sound of jingling spurs The "toodle-oos" and "Oh my dears" down at The Argyle                       PreChorus 3: Vile vaudevillians applaud sobriety   There’s no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite society Forgotten man indifferent nation Waiting on a platform at a Lancashire station Somebody’s calling you again It’s finally dawning ...                             Jimmie’s standing in the rain Somebody’s calling you again It’s finally dawning ...                             Jimmie’s standing in the rain