Torn on the Platform-Jack Penate

Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform 'Cause I miss you and I love you And I know this is over for now 'Cause I miss you, oh, how I miss you You're not my girl you're my town A weekend away, leave the city today Don't want the big smoke to leave me behind The train leaves at 2, Platform 3 Waterloo 50 p to the tramp makes me feel kind I get a good seat with a window My feet are up on the one in front everyone stares But why do they care? Like there's feelings in chairs Stuck for 3 hours until I get there My eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry As I realize-lize-lize That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, flies Wonder why, why, why Would anyone want to leave where I come from? I'm torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform It's 1:58, wish that I had been late And missed the train and given them an excuse But what is the use? I've less slack than a noose Do or die, stay or go, what should I choose? 'Cause my eyes, eyes, eyes are not dry, dry, dry As I realize-lize-lize That in a few minutes this train will be gone Sighs, sighs, sighs, city flies, flies, flies Wonder why, why, why Would anyone want to leave where I come from? I'm torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform Like in a film the motion starts to slow As the beeping carriage doors begin to close Momentarily I'm standing froze Then I jump between the gap, land on the platform flat I'm not torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform I'm torn on the platform