The horn blows again as the trees go blurring past.

They’re all moving backwards and disappearing fast.

I decide to buy a drink when the trolley man comes round,

What else can I afford with my one little pound?

I took out a can and he gave me a cup,

I assume its to avoid any flood.

Then he told me the price and I smiled when I asked –

“Is that cash or would you rather have blood?”