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The lights have all turned red
On Holloway road
A pale vision of inertia
In cold halogen glow

The last Clapham bound train
Is waiting to leave
But the engine-driver's fallen
Asleep at the wheel

When I picked up the phone
My hopes were put on hold
The outgoing wires were humming
My heart was growing cold

No rattling of keys
No break before the dawn
I still wait for my relief
What's taking him so long?