A

A
A train went past the window
A
To interrupt the night
Bm
The waiting hours of morning
A
Seemed further from his sight

E
The wet wall by the playground
Bm
Glistened through the rain
A
And crying seemed as natural
E                    A
As parents always claim

A
Silence makes the memory loud
A
And silence makes me pray
Bm
Though empty hearts can beat as loud
A
As full ones during the day

E
Sorrow that a desperate man
Bm
Can chase away with light
A
Always finds his spirit weak
E                       A
When evening turns to night

A
The Kings Cross train slows down at night
A
When the sky is dark
Bm
Right next to the infant school
A
Opposite the park

E
Rain falls down on Abbey hill
Bm
Memories start to shout
A
As sky and locomotive
E                   A
Let the tears run out