Lost Poetry Department

Please take all your possessions before you leave the train

We're not pointing any fingers, everybody makes mistakes

We can tell you got your hands full and your daughter's thirsty

And before these complications, it was already quite the journey

In the middle of the heatwave, sweating profusely

There's a broken down train outside of Portsmouth and Southsea

And in turn, it's causing chaos, rail replacements and delays

There's lots of angry travellers, and yes, mistakes were made

And you were up there safely in the overhead compartment

When the news came on the tannoy, "We now terminate at Guildford"

Quickly hustled through the station onto another train

And the minute that the doors slammed shut, I realised my mistake

And I've made one or two mistakes in my time

I'm sure I'm gonna make one or two more

I lost my wallet, lost my keys, I lost my integrity

I lost these things and found them all before

But there was no one else to blame

The day that I left Martin on the train

Well, the others went towards the loo and I headed back to Guildford

I started freaking out as the reality unfolded

Trust can make things special, time can make them real

And I've never left anything on a train before

And the robot on the telephone wasn't any help

And in my desperation, I turned to the internet

Is there anybody out there? Can anybody hear me?

Can anybody help me locate my poetry?

And in amongst the well-wishers, some genuine help was offered

And a kind soul from Pompey said she'd pop into the station

And some dude stuck his nose in, completely uninvited

And said, "If it means so much to you, how comes you lost it?"

And I've made one or two mistakes in my time

I'm sure I'm gonna make one or two more

I lost my wallet, lost my keys, I lost my integrity

I lost these things and found them all before

But there was no one else to blame

The day that I left Martin on the train

No, there was no one else to blame

The day that I left Martin on the train