A Wrong Turn And Raindrops - The Field Mice

Killing time on

London Bridge before

Catching the last train home,

The last train home.

Sharing spring

Evening kisses taking

Pictures, throwing stones,

Throwing stones.

The nightingale and the rose.

I’ve never been more lonesome,

Life’s never been less fun.

She’s no longer here--

She’s gone.

Empty station, a wrong turn and raindrops, swinging

Her around as the sun goes down,

As the sun goes down.

Of her perfumed,

Her perfumed body, oiled

The bedclothes smell,

The bedclothes smell.

And I’m sleeping well.

I’ve never been more lonesome,

Life’s never been less fun.

She’s no longer here--

She’s gone.

She’s no longer here--

She’s gone.