Eric Clapton Follow

In the white room with black curtains near the station.Blackroof
country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.Silver horses ran
down moonbeams in your dark eyes.Dawnlight smiles on you
leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;Wait in this
place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.Platform
ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.I walked into such a
sad time at the station.As I walked out, felt my own need just
beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;Lie with you
where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.Consolation for
the old wound now forgotten.Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in
her dark eyes.She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired
starlings.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;Lie in the dark
where the shadows run from themselves.