I was walking to the station
To catch an early morning train
Not a very nice day
Dark with drizzly sort of rain
When this voice beside me said
Hi would you like a lift
I'm not normally here at this time
But they've gone and changed my shift
I climbed into his car and we talked
Of this and that and another
Both of us slowly realising
Neither knew the other
He said goodbye on arrival
And it was obvious to see
Like me he was thinking
Who the bloody hell was he?
Copyright Terry Ireland 2009
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