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A Poem on the Underground Wall lyrics. The last train is nearly due. The underground is closing soon. And in the dark deserted station. Restless in anticipation. A man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and scratch. At all that they can touch or catch. And hidden deep within his pocket.
Listen to A Poem on the Underground Wall on Spotify. Simon & Garfunkel · Song · 1966. Simon & Garfunkel · Song · 1966. Simon & Garfunkel. Listen to A Poem on the Underground Wall on Spotify. Simon & Garfunkel · Song · 1966. Simon & Garfunkel · Song · 1966. Home; Search; Your Library. Playlists Podcasts ...
A Poem on the Underground Wall Lyrics by Simon & Garfunkel from the Original Album Classics album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipati…
Vote! A man waits in the shadows. He holds a coloured crayon. Deeper in the shadows. And the train is gone suddenly. Tighter in his hand. Four letters. A Poem On The Underground Wall Lyrics by Paul Simon. The last train is nearly due, The underground is closing soon, And in the dark deserted station, Restless in anticipation, A man waits in the ...
The underground is closing soon. And in the dark deserted station. Restless in anticipation. A man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and scratch. At all that they can touch or catch. And hidden deep within his pocket. Safe within its silent socket. He holds a colored crayon.
A Poem on the Underground Wall Lyrics by Simon & Garfunkel from the The Complete Columbia Album Collection [Box Set] album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: The last train is nearly due The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation …
The underground is closing soon. And in the dark deserted station. Restless in anticipation. A man waits in the shadows. His restless eyes leap and scratch. At all that they can touch or catch. And hidden deep within his pocket. Safe within its silent socket. He holds a colored crayon.
