Couldn't help but rethink the opening stanza of an old Johnny Cash tune while I waited for a particularly slow Brighton train last week:
I heard the train a'comin
I knew I was at a dead end,
And I ain't seen the other side of Bridge Street
Since, I don't when
I'm stuck at Bridge and Main Street
And time keeps draggin on
But that train keeps sittin
While I talk on my phone
