The World At Large Alone

Cindy, it’s over
Although it never started
I thought I’d better tell you
It’s over, girl, it’s over
Cindy, I love you
But we can’t be together
Maybe in the future
You’ll love me, girl, you’ll love me
The New Street train at platform 8
Don’t be late when our time comes
Until then it’s bon voyage
The world at large, alone
Cindy, so sadly
Replaces the receiver
Gets ice out of the freezer
Makes a drink and drinks it
Champagne, November
Rainy days, December
Are all she can remember
Of loving me completely