White Room

(PETE BROWN, JACK BRUCE)
 In a white room with black curtains
 Near the stations blackroof country
 No gold pavements
 Tired starlings
 Silver horses
 Run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
 Dawnlight smiles on your 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.
 I'll wait for you
 Where the shadows run from themselves.
 At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
 Consolation from the old wound now forgotten.
 Yellow tiggers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
 She's just cressing goodbye windows
 Tired starlings.
 I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
 Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.