People You Were Going To
Your father has just left your mother,gone off to live with his latest lover:she sits there, just staring.You've got to get back to your own flatbecause the atmosphere in there isso bad you can't bear it.And the people you were going to America withjust left on the dawn 'planewithout you. (x4)
The people in the downstairs flatare no longer there now, because theyleft the gas tap on: they're all dead.So you've no-one left to talk to,you just lie there, in melancholy,half-naked on your unmade bed.And the people you were going to Africa withjust left on the Southern Starwithout you.(x4)
Now the haze that's been forminground your window-panesis protracted and poisoned,and you cannot feel a portionof the world outside.
Can you imagine the way you'd feelif all these things had happened to youand the doctor says you're dying?That is the way that I feel nowon finding that your love belongsto someone else, and not I...My chance of heaven has just blown awayupon a passing cloud, and there is nothingthat I can do without you.