Al Stewart - Next Time

Al Stewart - Next Time



He heard the clatter of her heels in the street,


The clock said half-past three


He lay there waiting in the dark to hear


The scraping of the front-door key


He wouldn't say to her


"Don't you want to know where you were?"


She wouldn't find him there


Next time



She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face


It seemed to clear her head


She watched him drive into the night


A broken tail-light, a speck of red


She still felt his touch


It didn't seem to mean that much


She wouldn't go back there


Next time



When you were just a kid you loved


To go to movies in the afternoon


And so you left the factory


And got a job in the projection-room


Bette Davis plays


Ran away with the passing days


You'll be a movie-star


Next time