Lion

Red sun going down, way over dirty town
 Starlings they're sweeping around, crazy shoals
 Yes and a girl is there, high heeling across the square
 The wind, it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
 Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
 She looks around to find a face she can like
 Church bell clinging on distant, trying to get a crowd for Evensong
 Nobody cares to depend upon the chimes it plays
 They're all in the station praying for trains
 Congregation's late again
 It's getting darker all the time, these flagpole days
 Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
 He's a crazy lion, he's a-howling for a fight
 Strap hanging, gunshots sound
 Doors slamming on the Overground
 Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone
 Her evening paper is horror torn
 But there's hope for later, Capricorn
 Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home
 Then she'll read about a swing to the right
 But she's been thinking about a stranger in the night
 I'm thinking about the lions
 Thinking about the lions
 What happened to the lions
 Tonight, tonight, tonight
 Thinking about the lions
 Thinking about the lions