Glide through

Glide through
ghost of Tangmere
the job is done

Glide through
beating time
with your weary clang

Your load drawn safely
under the roof
you stand in the sunshine
quietly aloof
as papers are folded
and put away

And somebody's
memorable day
is subsumed
by the business
of running a railway

Arrivals from Leeds
Departures to London
Platforms fill
and life goes on

But for you, Tangmere
the job is done