Last Days Of The Century - Al Stewart

When the cock crows

And the wind blows

And the primrose of dawn

Is at your windows

Moving through the deep

You chase dreams across your sleep

Scarecrows, waiting at your door

In the last days of the century

Leaning from your balcony

You said this is how its meant to be

Can’t you feel it in the air

See that light come shining down

All the way to Chinatown

See it come from miles around

Reflecting everywhere

You wore black clothes

You quoted Shakespeare

You still make me shake

When you get this near

You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille

When I saw you waiting at my door

In the last days of the century

Leaning from y our balcony

You say changes come so rapidly

You can feel them in the air

Whoever you pretend to be

You must face yourself eventually

In the last days of the century

Who knows who we were

In the last days of the century

Leaning from your balcony

You said this is how it’s meant to be

Can’t you feel it in the air

See that light come shining down

All the way to Chinatown

See it shine from miles around

Reflecting everywere