Analysis of Back to You

The girl on the corner is flashing her legs.
The drunk at the station is down to the dregs.
I try not to answer each question that begs,
And I long for a train back to you.

The platform is crowded, with nowhere to sit.
It's dingy and draughty, and quite badly lit.
But I'll bide my time here and put up with it,
As I wait for a train back to you.

My nights have been empty without you to hold.
I've felt lost and lonely, if truth must be told;
And these city streets are not paved with gold,
So I'm taking a train back to you.

The man in the mirror is no friend of mine;
He's balding and puffy, and talks out of line.
He followed me here with a bottle of wine,
And we're boarding a train back to you!

Copyright © Robert Haigh, 2019