Killing time on
London Bridge before
Catching the last train home,
The last train home.
Sharing spring
Evening kisses taking
Pictures, throwing stones,
Throwing stones.
The nightingale and the rose.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
Empty station, a wrong turn and raindrops, swinging
Her around as the sun goes down,
As the sun goes down.
Of her perfumed,
Her perfumed body, oiled
The bedclothes smell,
The bedclothes smell.
And I'm sleeping well.
I've never been more lonesome,
Life's never been less fun.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
She's no longer here--
She's gone.
