Robyn Hitch***** - 52 Stations Lyrics
There's fifty-two stations on the northern lineNone of them is yours, one of them is mineMost days, you'll find her in a heat hazeLooking through the sweet mazeThat she calls her mindIn sorrow, not in angerYou forget the bestYou remember how she was looking and thenThere's a few good reasons why you're not with meOn a night like this, they're so hard to seeBaby, you left me in a whirlpoolRight out from a girls' schoolWhat else could I see?In sorrow not in angerYou forget the bestYou remember how she was looking and thenYou forget the restThere's no use pretending we're apartEverywhere I go, you're in my heartOne night, I hit her in the car parkLeft her in the car park and I just went awayMost nights, I wish I'd never met herI wish I could forget herI'm better off that wayIn sorrow, not in angerRemembering it allIt's just the way I'm feelingLike a mirror on a wallLike a mirror on a wallLike a mirror on a wallLike a mirror on a wallLike a mirror on a wallLike a mirror on a wall
