Robyn Hitchcock And The Egyptians - Fifty Two Stations lyrics

There's fifty-two stations on the northern line None of them is yours, one of them is mine Most days, you'll find her in a heat haze Looking through the sweet maze That she calls her mind In sorrow, not in anger You forget the best You remember how she was looking and then There's a few good reasons why you're not with me On a night like this, they're so hard to see Baby, you left me in a whirlpool Right out from a girls' school What else could I see? In sorrow not in anger You forget the best You remember how she was looking and then You forget the rest There's no use pretending we're apart Everywhere I go, you're in my heart One night, I hit her in the car park Left her in the car park and I just went away Most nights, I wish I'd never met her I wish I could forget her I'm better off that way In sorrow, not in anger Remembering it all It's just the way I'm feeling Like a mirror on a wall Like a mirror on a wall Like a mirror on a wall Like a mirror on a wall Like a mirror on a wall Like a mirror on a wall