Oh my dear. Hiding her face with hair.
Young woman on platform one is crying.
Back to the wall. Hoping no one will notice at all.
But there's no mistaking it – she's crying!
Don't use your sleeve my dear.
Not for even one tear.
They're handing out tissues by the West Exit but you better be quick.
I left my jacket on the chair outside and it rained.
Turn and face the wall. Pretend you're on your own.
I'm afraid you're not my dear but you're almost home.
As the people walk past they try not to stare,
But they notice the water marks on the pretty cotton knit sweater that you wear.
There was a 20% chance of rain today and it rained.
Wipe them on the wall.
They'll be gone in no time.
No time at all.
Washed away.
Washed away.
By the man with the boots and the gloves and the blood stains.