Текст песни Madness -  Prospects   
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A train ride to Tuesday 
A platform far away 
Scarlet shades of evening move clouds of grey 
Awaking, arriving 
The dirty station where 
He passes crowds of people who don`t see him there 
 
Here`s a desert island room 
For a man who`s cast away 
Stranded in this home from home 
From his family 
Far away 
 
Home. 
Well this is it 
This is it 
Is this my heart 
I miss you with all my heart 
This is not 
Is this not 
My home 
 
One shoe-lace cardboard suitcase 
One passport from the Queen 
One room for a light bulb 
Where no-one`s been 
Sticks and stones, my old bones 
Not like nineteen fifty-four 
Then the liked me fine 
But not anymore 
 
This empty room 
Where he`s marooned 
With nothing left to say 
But in the dark 
He thinks of home far away 
 
Home. 
Well this is it 
This is it 
Is this my heart 
I miss you with all my heart 
This is not 
Is this not 
My home 
 
I feel cold, getting old 
More than the climate`s changed 
Stranded on this island 
The rate of exchange 
 
Here`s a desert island room 
For a man who`s cast-away 
Today he will not be at work 
There is no work anyway 
 
How is it when you feel it 
Do you wonder what gets you down 
You`re looking in the windows 
When you walk this town