When we set off for work in the morning,
Our heads filled with a million thoughts,
It’s easy to ignore the striking surrounds
That greet us within Barons Court:
The wooden doorway that leads us inside,
The pretty lime tiles on the walls,
The speckled floor, like grass underfoot,
The forest-green frames round the doors.
The patterns that edge the high ceiling,
The elegant ticket booth signs,
The music that plays from the speakers,
Subconsciously soothing our minds,
We pay none of it that much attention,
As we hurriedly pass through the gates,
Where a big wooden clock hanging high on the wall
Reminds us that we’re running late!