A Long Day

At the end of a long day Begins another day At the end of a long list Begins another list And all the things you said you was gonna do Just keep on catching up to you And getting in the way Of that one thing you really wanna do I wake with the bakers and go haunting the arches The ghosts there encounter a struggling artist Tipping the bums and the pigeons with rye Cos you can't take it with you so I wave them goodbye And I watch them take off Hope they come down easy And the angels are already gone Gone from this place Driven out of the city I heard that might be the case Driven out of the city Even further than Margate Driven away At the end of a long day It's just gone lunch At the edges of a conversation Your fantasy may be fed If not the busman could help you beat your escape Down to Limehouse at a breakneck pace Slipping through the cracks in the rain Trying to resist The unspeakable emptiness That taps with its bony fingers through its ragged cloak Tap, tap, tapping on your shoulder And taunting you to turn around It's ready with the net At the end of a long day We have each other At the end of a long winding staircase There are the covers that cover my body but not my toes I lie very still And try not to wriggle At the end of a long night I hope everything's gonna be alright