Walking along the Edgware Road
It’s ten o’clock at night
I glance down at my phone amongst it all
And it’s your name that glows in the light
In this busy city, we work here, find anger there,
Ride on the tube to seek love
Your face floats in my mind as I stare
At the towering skyscrapers above
Sitting on the Jubilee line
With a few glasses of wine on board
Isn’t much fun, far away from home
But here’s hoping that I can afford
Your love, with the fiver in my pocket, left over from tonight.
This rat-run of a place isn’t always the best
But then it pulls me to home, and you
Sleeping in a dodgy pub on Orchardson Street
Hoping you’re dreaming of us, too.
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