I get frightened of the dark
By the time November comes
And I'm afraid to cross the park
In the dark, in the cold
As another year's slipped past
A thought as tired as my bones
Would I mind just clocking off
As I pedal up the road
It's just me and my old body
And the damp air that is crawling up my sleeve
I found my bike where I had locked it
I'd come in on my last train
Having lost another day
In the pockets of my coat
I pushed my bike along the platform
And then out into the mist
See my knees like pistons go
Up and down until I'm home
It's just me and my old body
And the damp air that is crawling up my sleeve
By the time November comes
And I'm afraid to cross the park
In the dark, in the cold
A thought as tired as my bones
Would I mind just clocking off
As I pedal up the road
And the damp air that is crawling up my sleeve
I'd come in on my last train
Having lost another day
In the pockets of my coat
And then out into the mist
See my knees like pistons go
Up and down until I'm home
And the damp air that is crawling up my sleeve
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