And it has been a hard days night,
too friggin' right mate,
started early
finished late,
get to the bus stop
had to wait, but now
I am satisfied,
tried my hardest
did my best,
If this was a test
I am sure
that I'd pass.

In the city and
the streets are wet
and *****,
Winter brings such things
I'm not at all surprised,
my eyes look out on desperation,
Liverpool. the street
and station, but I am heading home to where my heart and the beat awaits me.

Tired though not beaten yet
I have yet to get a midnight
Kiss.

Two hours late but how could I miss the thrill that chills me, thrills and will she **** me one more time?

Stepney and still late
no worries
the bus hurries me home.