A Long Day

At the end of a long day
Begins another day
At the end of a long list
Begins another list
And all the things you said you was gonna do
Just keep on catching up to you
And getting in the way
Of that one thing you really wanna do

I wake with the bakers and go haunting the arches
The ghosts there encounter a struggling artist
Tipping the bums and the pigeons with rye
Cos you can't take it with you so I wave them goodbye
And I watch them take off
Hope they come down easy

And the angels are already gone
Gone from this place
Driven out of the city
I heard that might be the case
Driven out of the city
Even further than Margate
Driven away

At the end of a long day
It's just gone lunch
At the edges of a conversation
Your fantasy may be fed
If not the busman could help you beat your escape
Down to Limehouse at a breakneck pace
Slipping through the cracks in the rain

Trying to resist
The unspeakable emptiness
That taps with its bony fingers through its ragged cloak
Tap, tap, tapping on your shoulder
And taunting you to turn around
It's ready with the net

At the end of a long day
We have each other
At the end of a long winding staircase
There are the covers that cover my body but not my toes
I lie very still
And try not to wriggle

At the end of a long night
I hope everything's gonna be alright



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Tomlinson
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