Elvis Costello - Jimmie Standing In The Rain Lyrics
Third-Class ticket in his pocketPunching out the shadows underneath the socketsTweed coat turned up against the fogSlow coaches rolling o'er the moorBetween the very memoryAnd approaches of warStale bread curling on a luncheon counterLoose change lonely, not the right amountForgotten Man of an indifferent nationWaiting on a platform at a Lancashire stationSomebody's calling you againThe sky is fallingJimmie's standing in the rainNobody wants to buy a counterfeited prairie lullaby in a colliery townA hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get nowEyes going in and out of focusMild and bitter from tuberculosisForgotten ManIndifferent nationWaiting on a platform at a Lancashire stationSomebody's calling you againThe sky is fallingJimmie's standing in the rainHer soft breath was gentle on his neckIf he could choose the time to dieThen he would come and go like thisUnderneath a painted skyShe woke up and called him "Charlie" by mistakeAnd then in shame began to cryTarnished silver band peals off a phraseAnd then warms their hands around the brazierForgotten ManIndifferent nationWaiting on a platform at a Lancashire stationSomebody's calling you againIt's finally dawningJimmie's standing in the rainBrilliantine glisteningYour soft plaintive whistlingAnd your wan wandering smileDied down at The HippodromeNow you're walking off to jeers, the lonely sound of jingling spurs, the "toodle-oos" and "Oh, my dears" down at "The Argyle"Vile vaudevillians applaud sobrietyThere's no place for a half-cut cowboy in polite societyForgotten ManIndifferent nationWaiting on a platform at a Lancashire stationSomebody's calling you againIt's finally dawningJimmie's standing in the rain