ONE LONG WINTER

Get up and fix breakfast.
Coffee and toast. Wash up.
Outside's still dark outside, as you dress up.
Go downstairs. Check mail-box.
Buy bread, milk, something to eat.
Back home, read a little and write.
Listen to some record.
Peel carrots, cream them and make soup.

Warm up some left over coffee.
Snack on a biscuit.
Wash dishes and do write.
Potter around the house.
TV on. Eat something.
TV off. Tidy up. Wash up.
Feed your pipe and have a smoke...
mmm, that’s nice! Then put your feet up.

Feeling inspired you write something.
It's such a brilliant thought,
and you let it hang.
as you snuggle up on the sofa
and you drift off,
you drift off in sleep as you wait for
that call that will bring you your lucky break.

You just need your ONE call
to make your DREAM come true.
Is it ringing at ALL? Is it ringing just NOW?
Is it ringing for me? Is it ringing for you?

Wake up in the sofa,
freezing and feeling flat,
look out the window: it's so dark.
Stare at the ceiling,
and try to gather in
those thoughts and ideas that you had.
Get up and change the album:
on the turntable, Marc Almond.
It's all too late to go anywhere,
it's cold outside, and you
try calling a friend but
they're not home, they don't pick
it's too late anyhow,
and there's nowhere to go
and you no longer expect naught,
and so, nothing happens.
One more day has gone by
in this longer winter of yours
as you wait for that call that
never arrives, or it's never for you,
oh that call! there's no knock on the door
and you no longer know whether
is it ringing for me? is it ringing for you?
is it ringing at all? is it ringing just now?
is it ringing for them? is it ringing for me? is it ringing for you?