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
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