Apple Cider Re-constitution Lyrics - Al Stewart

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty 

The doors were open and the windows broken in 

There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty 

The travel posters were flapping in the wind 

So we moved through the dust and gloom 

Playing waiting games in the waiting-room 

Lay our sleeping-bags out on the floor 

And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider 

Leaves me here without a place to go 

If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by evening 

The harbor lights still cut across the bay 

From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming 

To the bikes outside the rock 'n' roll cafe 

Ah but you know those small town blues 

Are really too much to lose 

There's nothing really there to go back for 

And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider 

Leaves me here without a place to go 

Any railway station would be just fine, fine, fine 

To settle down and wash the cobwebs from your head 

Oh, if your situation's running dry, dry, dry 

Find a waiting-room beneath the stars to make your bed' 

Cause you know London can make your brain stall 

The streets get cold and empty on a rainy night 

So you duck into the subway station, you can hear the trains call 

They want to take you to the Earl's Court Road, but it don't seem right 

Cause it's na, na, na noowah 

On the juke-box, singing in the burger bar 

See the people's faces in the passing cars don't want to know 

And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider 

Leaves me here without a place to go 

You have the most appealing surface I have seen 

Bring it over here, lay it down by me 

Don't mean to make you nervous, I just mean 

To make you see, this is the place to be 

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty 

The air was empty and the platforms overgrown 

There were old tin cans and cats and the doors were crusted 

With mud and leaves and names carved long ago 

And the rails go on for ever in a silver trail to the setting sun 

You can follow them anywhere you want to go 

And on Sunday morning easy rider comes to me with apple cider 

Leaves me here without a need to know