Oh No
I want to go home for a month and drink 10 pints of orange juice, and after a month I'll leave for the station and I'll wait on the wrong platform and I'll get on the wrong train. And the ticket man will say 'you're going the wrong way' and I'll say 'I know, I changed my mind.' And he'll look ever so scared, and he'll say 'But don't you know where we're headed?' and I'll say 'somewhere else, I guess.' And we'll go past circuses with dancing bears and painted acrobats and over mountains and under the sea where the monsters will chase us. And the sky will change colour and we'll fall fast asleep before we reach the last stop. And we'll dream that we're wearing bullet proof vests and the little gold guns that shoot us don't even make a sound. And the ticket man will sit at the front of the carriage and he'll watch us all sleeping and he'll look ever so scared.