Waiting for the seven eighteen
January is endless
Weary eyed and forlorn
The Northern line is the loudest
Sitting in silence in bars after work
I've got nothing to add or contest
Can I still kick a ball a hundred yards?
We cling to bottles and memories of the past
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments
Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night
Let the sadness off those molars
Spend all your spare time trying to escape
With crosswords and Sudoku
If I could do it again, I'd make more mistakes
I'd not be so scared of falling
If I could do it again, I'd climb more trees
I'd pick and I'd eat more wild blackberries
(Give me moments)
Just give me moments
Not hours or days
Just give me moments
Let's drive to Brighton on the weekend

NOTES:
Kele wrote the lyrics for this song after watching his post-college friends lose more and more of their lives to work.
Gordy: "'Waiting For The 7.18' was originally a ballad. When we revisited it we just whacked it on top of a frenetic drum & bass beat and it went nuts."
Song length: 4:17
Produced by Jacknife Lee
Available on: 'A Weekend In The City' album
First played live: Brighton Concorde 2, 02.03.06