Karaoke At Kings Cross

I should sit and listen to the people who've been there and passed back through living on to tell the tale of life and death. But there never seems the time to take a moment, and call it mine, if you find one can you kindly let me know. It's a rush, rush here and there getting nowhere. Snowing white and cold feels quite soft I'm becoming old and it's covering the multitude I allude to sins. Back to Wednesday which never goes away always waiting in the wings it brings it home to me that this is what I love the most continuity. Bethnal Green and Poplar High under the East London sky and I'm here on the Central line wonder why that's so. Among the coughs and between the splutters the tall guy mutters, something catching in his headphones something creaking in these tired bones something about a Wednesday that I really like.