By jack bruce and pete brown

In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

• A Certain Girl by Naomi Neville
• Anyone for Tennis
• Baby What's Wrong
• Bernard Jenkins
• Comin' Home
• Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
• Got to Get Better in a Little While
• Heaven is One Step Away
• Hello Old Friend
• Honey in Your Hips
• I Ain't Got You
• I Can't Stand It
• I Feel Free
• I Found a Love
• Key to The Highway
• Lawdy Mama
• Miss You
• Motherless Children
• Roll It Over
• Sign Language
• Sleeping in The Ground
• Snake Lake Blues
• Someone Like You
• Spoonful
• Strange Brew
• Sunshine of Your Love
• Tales of Brave Ulysses
• The Shape You're In
• Too Bad
• Wanna Make Love to You
• White Room
• Wrapping Paper