Every time I look out into the night sky
I’m still wondering what I did with my life
For I have seen you in-between the rhythm of your smile
Caught you in a moment lost you in the next
The glimmer of a flame the quiet of your sigh
Do you know the way to Avalon do you know the way to Avalon
If I’m still tumbling don’t you roll your eyes
I’m still wearing that old overcoat, keeps me dry
For I have been a wretch, a scoundrel of the heart
My eyes have seen so much
Looking hard at you I find myself sublimely
drenched in the secrets of a universal lover.
For I have read the good book wandered from pillow to post
I’ve seen more than most but then again still far too far to go
I see you walking down fulham road you hurry through the iron gates
of Brompton cemetery.
then you’re off to Edith Grove you’re going to buy another bag.
one last time, so that you might never ever feel the pain again,
you’re coming up for air, coming up for air for air baby say to me,
it’s the last time,
in the winter-weary autumn light.
the last in the wintry weary autumn light