Victoria Station 1 p.m.

They talked, and I thought they were alright
Didn't see the people round them and didn't seem to fight
Then as he leant, to kiss her lips
She turned her head aside, and oh, I could have cried
Love denied, leaves someone crying inside
Why cause such pain, for such small gain?

In sadness then I turned aside
No words of consolation could heal his pain inside
She walked away and he, confused
Waved helpless to his lover, whose love he'd been refused
No where to turn, no-one to take his gentle hand
Or soothe his tears, or understand.

And she, who scorned upon his dust
Killed his dreams so lightly and shattered all the trust
Who thinks herself so much a prize
She may give pain to those whose failings bring less than her desires
A bitter heart, a life of mean and cankered lies
A sense of self, that we despise.

She wasn't you, she wasn't me
But it could easily be
When you feel your rage put ice around your heart
Remember her
And let your heart go free.

Written for Resolution.

This is the first music I ever wrote without either a piano or a guitar at hand. Tricky.

It's a true story. I was waiting for a train at Victoria Station and went up to the mezzanine floor where you can look down on the concourse. This is what I saw.

By the time I arrived home I knew how the song would go. The tune's a bit difficult to pick out in Resolution's recording; later CDs have a recording by me and Sylvia.