Mice from Finsbury Park

[Verse 1] Mice from Finsbury Park, they don't care about the crowd, Busy with their little lives, scurrying all around. I'm standing on the platform, just waiting for my train, Piccadilly Line to Cockfosters, ten minutes will remain. [Chorus] Mice from Finsbury Park, running to and fro, In their world of hustle, where human worries don't show. A deep voice warns to mind the gap, as I stand in line, Thinking 'bout the housework and what for dinner to design. [Verse 2] More people start to gather, the platform’s getting tight, I'm trying to solve sudoku, in the Evening Standard light. Mice from Finsbury Park, still running all around, Their world keeps on turning, with no worries to be found. [Chorus] Mice from Finsbury Park, running to and fro, In their world of hustle, where human worries don't show. A deep voice warns to mind the gap, as I stand in line, Thinking 'bout the housework and what for dinner to design. [Bridge] In the world of mice, I find a piece of grace, Their carefree little lives, in this bustling place. The deep voice calls out, "Mind the gap, watch your step," And I think of all my chores, and the promises I've kept. [Chorus] Mice from Finsbury Park, running to and fro, In their world of hustle, where human worries don't show. A deep voice warns to mind the gap, as I stand in line, Thinking 'bout the housework and what for dinner to design. [Outro] Mice from Finsbury Park, indifferent to our plight, As I wait for my train, in the glow of evening light.