I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane
And he said "Fancy running into you again"
We talked a minute or so
Then he turned to go
And I walked into the crowd again
Anf the morning was a different place
In every passerby I saw your face
Love leaves a lonely ghost
With one foot uppermost - is this the case in every case?
Am I walking to you?
Am I walking to you?
It was seven years ago to the day
You rang my house and we met half way
We walked round Leiscester Square
And sat through "Being There"
And every moment of it I replay
And I was desperate for love to be pure
Though what that meant, I never was sure
You spent your time on me
I took it willingly
And I made you trust in literature
Am I walking to you?
Am I walking to you?
In everything that I do
Am I just walking to you?
I just don't know what to do |