Raining Days of London

Raining Days of London Mean while on another side of town a young man stares from a window at cold February air dank damp grey filling the world with thoughts nobody has phoned nobody has called the money in his pocket is nothing he can afford his room is growing smaller air is growing colder Meanwhile on another side of town rain is coming down a couple running beneath an umbrella brush past a tramp who catches nothing but tears in his hand Meanwhile on another side of town rain is coming down a young girl standing on her doorstep looks down her street knowing there will be no pay today what’s left in the freezer may last another day as a red Mercedes rolls by a plush status symbol warmer than her feet On the other side of town the rain is coming down a tramp who sit beneath a narrow shop way arch catches nothing but tears in his hands