This brisk walk might get me there 
To city streets and London air 
I make the train, seconds to spare 
Find my seat and fix my hair 

The bulking trees of Earlsfield clear 
Brick top roofs of ‘Claham’ appear 
My journeys south start from here 
But I’m heading north, london is near 

Vauxhall means trains and not much else 
I’m here every day but come by myself 
Men and women of pittance and wealth 
Give it worth, but not in of itself  

Our final stop at Waterloo 
Sparkly buildings all shiny and new 
A city to throw my all into 
Couldn’t escape if I wanted to