Dark Old Storm Cloud
Dark old storm cloud drifted over town
Night crept in and stole the afternoon
Coldness in your eyes seems like a sign
Summer’s gone…too soon
Every leaf in Regent Park turned brown
Caught the tube and went back to your room
You talk so much I just can’t read your mind
Summer’s gone…too soon
Thought I saw a smile migrating
Across your mouth
Must have been the last bird leaving
On its way down south
I gaze into your face you start to frown
Sit there staring at your coffee spoon
The sun drops down behind the Northern Line
Summer’s gone…too soon
Summer’s gone…too soon
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