It's hard to say I'm sorry
May we just forget about today
You see, I fly by night
I fly by night
I laid my love beside the door
and left you sleeping on the floor
So long I fly by night,
I fly by night
And though you might think it's too bad of me
I have to leave you with used memories
I have no stomach for the dawn
I feel I should be moving on
and so I fly by night
Now lady luck's deserted me
The ghosts of love stand clear to see
They also fly by night
Strange figures in the dark
Did Cupid strike and leave his mark?
It seems his arrows fly by night
They fly by night
Let's fly
Made In England
Somewhere in a town in England
lay a babe with a curious smile
He was of your father's children
Born each side of a dry-stone mile
He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
with apartments still unsold
Somewhere in a town in England
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in
England's green and pleasant land?
He accepts no unemployment
and is to indeterminate station bred
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head
Watches the democratic process
grind it's way through the Commons cold,
filled with fiery infiltrators
who would pave the streets with England's gold
Walk Into Light
Close in, move out to where you want to go
There's a crowd out there handclapping slow
We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight
Step into joy Walk into light
Never mind what some people say
They're going to love you anyway
Shake off that nervous twitch and feel your strength
Stand astride the width and walk the length
Those super-troopers fired and burning bright
Step into joy Walk into light
Stand tall and be yourself
You can do it for your health
Maybe a circus ring, a disco floor
Do like we do And do some more
A crowded office or a party night
Step into joy Walk into light
Trains
Here I am at the end of the day
with a cup of cold coffee
from the station buffet
On trains, on trains I seem
to spend my life on trains
See the blue suit banker in the ticket line
Got an Evening Standard with Playboy
hidden behind
On trains, on trains he seems
to spend his life on trains
Time after time
Was I just dreaming?
Did I help you aboard?
Full passenger service -
let me help with the door
Sit down take the weight off your feet
There's a train full of people I'd like
you to meet
On trains, on trains we love
to spend our lives on trains
Join the secret world of trains
Feel the pleasure Touch the pain
Drift into yesterday
Once and again
I was just thinking
We could meet sometime
on the 17 30 where
I usually find
my friends at the end of the day
May we pay your fare, lady?
We should like you to stay
in our train
On trains -
you'll have to spend your life
on trains
I hear there's an office party on the 18 05
You'll be home for Christmas if they
take you alive from the train
Those trains, we have to spend our lives
on trains
Once and again
I was just thinking
We could meet any time
on number two platform
where I usually find
my friends at the end of the day
On trains, trains, trains
End Game
I'm slipping into grey
And I was (in my way) good to you
And you were good for me
Bye bye my love
Going to play the end game
It's growing kind of still
You know there always will be a dream
waiting for you when
sleep comes around
I had to play the end game
Bless us all I must say
it was good, you know
Keep me in mind for
a re-match in warm snow
The faces at the door
couldn't have looked more lost to see
me waving as I brush
away a tear
Gone to play the end game
Black And White Television
I looked in the mirror then
saw my face in a dream
With eyes sharp as diamonds
blessed with clear vision
Things were not as they seemed
Black and white television
stared back from the wall
Is that my life?
Am I here at all?
Down in the High Road, see
motor cavalcades glide
past shopwindow dressers
desperately covering
all the parts they can hide
Black and white television
stares at me again
Is that their lives?
Even dummies pretend
The truth is so hard to deny
The answer is here
The screen never lies
Black and white television
It's the right television
Show me it's all a dream tonight
The boys on the corner sulk
in their Suzuki haze
In primary colours
(each year more startling)
but they still fade to grey
on black and white television
It's sweeping the land
Is that your life?
Do you understand?
The truth is so hard to deny
The answer is here
The screen never lies
Black and white television
Back the right television
Black and white television
Hard to fight television
Show me it's all a dream tonight
Toad In The Hole
I walk along the Strand
to catch the late ride home
Shuttle through the evening gloom
knowing I forgot to phone
The back door's open
There's a chill blowing in
Take your warm hands off me
Let the night begin
Shush your mouth
Listen to me
I won't say nothing -
just let me be your
toad in the hole
Kicking through the wet leaves lying
all along the Station Road
Past tired graffitti wailing,
raw emotion to unload
There's coal in the fireplace
and money in the bank too
Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper
Still got the back room to do
Don't be late
Got a day's work behind me
Feel a little devastated
but my nights are assigned to you
Toad in the hole
No tom-cat creeping, now
could ever be so bold
to hang around our place tonight
when I come in from the cold
There's a straight-six in the garage
and some fine wine to cool
Labour-savers in the kitchen,
room in the garden for a pool
Shush your mouth
Let imagination run
here in bed-sit heaven
where all the best wishing's done
to warm toad in the hole
Looking For Eden
As I drove down the road to look for Eden
saw two young girls but left them standing there
They were too late to get home on the underground
and probably too drunk, too drunk to care
Can anyone tell me the way to Eden?
I'll ask them there, have they a job for me
I'm not a fussy man, I can weed and hoe
I'll be her Adam, she can be my Eve
And where on earth are all those songs of Eden
The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men
Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street
to spend his Christmas lying in the rain
Don't anybody know the way to Eden
I'm tired of living my life in free-fall
They say it's somewhere out on the edge of town
Perhaps it isn't really there at all
Looking for Eden
User Friendly
Do we inhabit some micro-space
and interface through wires
Dance on a printed circuit board
throw the software to the fires
My memory's slim - so volatile
but I'm learning
Plug yourself in Stay for awhile
Un-discerning
And on dusty terminals
finger me lightly do
And QWERTY is the name of love
printed on the V D U
Cut yourself free We're all alone
communicating
Don't bother me with arithmetic -
I'm waiting
User-friendly
That's what I am to you
I have to break out of here
Trapped in my hardware cell
And come to you as you sleep tonight,
take you back into my hell
Binary joys and digital sighs
so appealing
I'm one of the boys and it's only
your mind that I'm stealing
User-friendly
That's all I am to you
Different Germany
The lights are down in Germany
and Germany is closed to me
different somehow this time
The airport's stiff, cold corridors
ring empty beats through hollow feet
that I find to be mine
Different Germany
History repeats somehow
Different Germany
Afraid to know you now
And past my eyes with leathered gaze
stare clean-cut boys all dressed as men
in sharpened uniform
Who turned the clock? (Moved on or back)
And what dark chill is gathering still
before the storm
Out in the street a tableau double-glazed
with laughing girls whose fastened smiles
are clearly not meant for me