Van Der Graaf Generator Room 1210
He kept to his own company last night
Lay upon the bed
Drapes and blinds shut tight
He booked the wake up call
His cases were all packed up by the door
All ready for it, then:
Goodbye Room 1210
He's taken a view
And squandered a few moments here
But no time's wasted when
He's in Room 1210
Away from all the brutal noise outside
He paces out the waiting time
Delaying at the threshold of the door
He's never going back to the party
A black and white film
Dubbed in a language
He can't understand's
Been on the TV awhile
The night rush below
The sirens outside come and go -
No-one can touch him when
He's in Room 1210
Time and event disappear
But every wall has ears
And the stories accrue
Dimly, he notes spinning gears
He's one among the ghosts
Whose lives have been spent in
Room 1210
A place of safety all his own
Now he's not ever going home
Behind the door
There's just one favour, he implores:
Do not disturb him
Any more
