Do I Know What Day It Is

Am I on board I think that I should be The man is shouting And getting closer He has something for me It's a bit of paper I recognise the writing But not the destination I ask the man Does he know this place He laughs yes but not from this station I am in a tunnel now Yet I am standing still All I see are blank faces A small child stares at me He is saying something Do I know what day it is I look for my watch Then I look for my arm My body is not to be found I float in bewilderment my surroundings so dark I appear to be deep underground In some sort of box It's damp and it's cold I hear the sound of a train Today was the day When I had said that's enough And time to end this pain They loved me I never understood They tried to help me Whenever they could They found me hiding In so many places From a child to an adult I never recognised their faces I would scare them often Disappearing for ages They searched through media And all missing places They always found me Never far away But all now is over But all now is over