Metallic Lines of an Embrace
A Brigade of Trains Thunder Past the Passengers on the Platforms
Mind the Gap
Watch the line
Here comes the Train
On the Piccadilly Line.
Down the line to work,
In the morning rush hour,
The train makes its way,
With all the doors shutting behind,
All the crowds rushing in,
As the crowds tumble out,
Onto the platforms,
And into the trains.
There is no time to waste,
As people rush about in a haste.
Mind the Gap
Watch the Line
Here comes the Train
On the Piccadilly Line.
Through the icy cold and snow,
Through the seasons
Of wind and snow,
You see the faithful trains
Go fast and go sound
Into the London Underground.
The network of tube trains in the city,
Weave their way through the heart of London,
Keeping the city in its metallic lines of an embrace,
Making it faster to move from place to place.
The Jubilee line thunders past,
Fast travel in a lightning blast.
The Central Line speeds through the maze,
The Metropolitan line carries its trains,
As the District lines pass through the haze,
The new arrivals are confused and dazed,
As the brigade of trains race past,
The platforms and the people,
Taking passengers on their merry way,
Every moment of every day.
The network of tube trains in the city,
Weave their way through the heart of London,
Keeping the city in its metallic lines of an embrace,
Making it faster to move from place to place.
