Bow bells say
goodbye to the last train
Over the river they all
go again
out into leafy nowhere
Hope someone's waiting
out there
for them
Cabbie
has his mind on a fare
to the sun
He works nights
but it's not much fun
Picks up the London yo-yos
all on their own down Soho
Take me home
Other people
wouldn't like to hear you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Other people turn around
and laugh at you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Trellick Tower's been calling
I know
she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells
listening to dial tones
remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's talking
Gets disconnected
sleepwalking back home
Other people
wouldn't like to hear you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Other people turn around
and laugh at you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Of our lives
Other people
wouldn't like to hear you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Other people turn around
and laugh at you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Other people
break into a cold sweat
if you said
that these are the best days
of their lives
And other people turn around
and laugh at you
if you said
that these are the best days
of our lives
Of our lives