Camden Lock
and the sky is
piercing me
grey again
And that Otis song is
playing in my head again

and there's a woman
on the street,
she's singing,
that change is gonna come
that a change is gonna come
again

And I can't speak English.
I can't speak French.
I can't sing or move my
feet
because she's afraid to die
and the night is getting
darker
and I am getting colder
and so am I,
so am I

and the underground
has stopped its roar
and the orange lights
are holding on
and the rain is trickling in the gutters
and so am I,
my darling,
so am I.