Leaving London

There is a dark and rolling sea Between my love and me As I walk through this cold and lonesome town There is a wish for better days I need a place to stay If it's just a board to spread my blanket down Often roll to change my shirt Just to wash away the dirt Then it's over to American Express Not a letter do I find She's didn't mean and send a line No one knows she has my forwarding address If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on someone ship or plane I'd leaving London tomorrow To fly to my own true love again Last night at The Troubadour Was so full, they barred the door I sang a song that she learn so well But it wouldn't take too long To make up another song At a lonesome and a sad farewell If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on someone ship or plane I'd leaving London tomorrow To fly to my own true love again