Another Year

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

He sees her at the same time every night
At the mexican discotheque
She gives him french kisses
He gives her french cigarettes
They sit at the same table every time
The lights are low
But their eyes shine
Just digging the music from those sweet soul bands

She keeps him outta fights
Holds on to his hand
He whispers slowly "tonight's the night"
Months of planning so it's gotta be right
Under the table her bag is busting at the seams
She made sure to bring everything

Moonlighting
They're leaving everything
Moonlighting
They're losing all their friends
Moonlighting
It's the only way
It's frighening
But it means they'll stay
Together
They're gonna make it together

His blue morris van is parked in an alley
Just by montague street
His friend eddie he did the respray
So he couldn't drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money that he had saved up
To pay eddie's receipt
But he figures it's worth it 'cos the disguise is a must
When they go missing they're gonna look for the van first
She whispers slowly "it'll be alright"
I took some cash from my building society
And my monthy check came in just right
If only they knew they weren't giving it away

9:15 monday morning at the printing works
The boss notices someone's not clocked in
And the water department of the council offices has a message
That mrs. park's daughter is missing
Meanwhile the carlisle turnoff of the m6 motorway
Drinking cold black coffee eating hot cup cakes
She stares at him with his beard unshaved
Wonders at his powers of staying awake
He whispers slowly "you did just fine"
They shared the driving all through the night
She laughs "my mother will have lost her mind
We're only ten miles to gretna
They're three hundred behind

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

I'm thinking of taking
The easy way out
Open the window
I'll fall to the ground
I could do it -- wouldn't be much too it

I gotta little place here in the city
It's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
And there's a lot of us living here
Wall to wall in one big house

And when the night comes 'round
I can see a lot of lonely lights
There are people in there breathing
But it don't seem right
In the streets way down below me
I'm listening for just a sound
But nobody comes around
In bedsitterland

And there's a man below me on the balcony
Crying to be heard
Screaming to be heard
I'm haunted by his words
And the people in the street just shrug their shoulders
Saying he's disturbed
He's in another world
Screaming at the birds
Crying to be heard
I hear his every word

I've slept in the gutter on a summer's day
Oh i've bummed cigarettes in the night cafes
I've joined the breadline
Believe i got a deadline

I gotta little place here in the city
It's kind of small and dirty, it's a bedsitter
And there's a lot of us living here
Wall to wall in one big house

And when the night comes 'round
I can see a lot of lonely lights
There are people in there breathing
But it don't seem right
In the streets way down below me
I'm listening for just a sound
But nobody comes around
The lights are going down
Nobody comes around
In bedsitterland

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

Southdown motor co
2a bus
You can see right inside
My parent's house
Sitting at the table and my dinner's up
It's gonna be different when
The kid's grown up

Gonna save some money
And quit this job
Light the way
Clear the stage
The kid's grown up

Used to play in the underground
Hyde park
Now i'm riding in a limousine
Through the underpass
I'm sitting in an aeroplane
It's all such a rush
People all around me making
So much fuss

And i've got a little money
But it ain't gonna burn me up
If i'm in your town
Tonight i am -- watch out
The kid's grown up

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

Have you seen the old men
That lean on the walls
Of salvation halls
In the streets of your town

You can't have missed
The vagrant
He is the rubble
He is the trouble you want to remove

In the parks about sundown
He makes his bed
His shoes are a pillow for his head

Have you seen the young men
That look so old
They'd rather have the cold dark lonely road

Have you ever wondered
Why do they go
Leaving the tv and the automo

You can see them hailing trucks down the open road
You wave your thumb and you hop on board
You ain't got no keeper you don't need a friend
I betcha wish you were the same
Yeah i betcha wish you were the same

Have you seen the old men
We lean on the walls
Of salvation halls
In the streets of your town
We're just a little shady
We get a little crazy
In the streets of your town

In the parks about sundown
We lay our heads
Our shoes are our pillow
The grass our bed
Don't need no keeper
And don't need no friend
I betcha wish you were the same
Yeah i betcha wish you were the same

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh i'm a millionairre
Oh and i would do anything to go back there

On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and i am travelling through the past
Oh and i can see myself face to face in the looking glass

Playing in the dust
I haven't got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
'cos there's no one there

On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and i am a child again
Oh and i don't need to pretend

Oh i hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But i can't make it stop
'cos it's not a dream
Playing in the dust
I haven't got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
'cos there's no one there

On the old dirt road
I'm a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Haven't got a care
On the old dirt road
I ain't got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and i would do anything to go back there again
Oh and i -- i'm a child again