The Northern Line

I met her at the subway That's where I spend my time The one under the arches By the northern line I said I want a season ticket I don't want a day return But when she reached and touched me Well it made my insides burn And now I miss my baby I miss her all the time Cos my baby's gone and left me Riding on that Northern line Wednesday were at Balham Just outside the tube I loved it when she held me close And talked to me so rude Friday were at Bushy Heath And Finchley central too We even took a detour Down to Waterloo Now I miss my baby Like I miss my sweet sweet wine And I'm riding tired and thirsty Travelling on that northern line I've searched for her in Peckham And out in Belsize Park I've searched throughout the daytime And I've searched throughout the dark And my heart is growing tired As my hope slowly recedes And now I've got a postcard Says she's living up in Leeds Now I miss my baby I miss her all the time And I'm growing old and lonely And I hate that Northern Line