Cancel the car to number ten
Such a thick fog rolling in
I played my cards on unreal glass
I left the party next to last
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
Verse
Forget my face, I won't be back
I hear your friends have turned their backs
When summer comes where Rose Street winds
The longing makes you close your eyes
Verse
It's unreal, so unreal
To walk along these streets
It's unreal, so unreal
To close your eyes and breathe
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
Bridge
when I left you at the Coronet this morning
you said that your happiness was gone
but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
though there's no happiness and there's no love
Verse
mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn
terraces though crying wind
before the night I disappear
what else can I do round here?
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
Outro