Al Stewart - Apple Cider Re-Constitution

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty


The doors were open and the windows broken in


There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty


The travel posters were flapping in the wind


So we moved through the dust and gloom


Playing waiting games in the waiting-room


Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor


And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider


Leaves me here without a place to go





If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening


The harbour lights still cut across the bay


From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming


To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe


Ah but you know those small town blues


Are really too much to lose


There's nothing really there to go back for


And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider


Leaves me here without a place to go





Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine


To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head


Oh, if your situation's running dry, dry, dry


Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed'





Cause you know London can make your brain stall


The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night


So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call


They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right


Cause it's na, na, na noowah


On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar


See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know


And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider


Leaves me here without a place to go





You have the most appealing surface I have seen


Bring it over here, lay it down by me


Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean


To make you see, this is the place to be





When we came to the station all the trains were rusty


The air was empty and the platforms overgrown


There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted


With mud and leaves and names carved long ago


And the rails go on for ever in a silver trail to the setting sun


You can follow them anywhere you want to go


And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider


Leaves me here without a need to know