Al Stewart - Soho (needless to say)

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom


Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run


Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk


Disappearing into the booze shop


Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late


show


Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall


Chocolate-coloured ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall


Soho (needless to say)


I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening


I've been here all of the day


I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go


Football supporters taking the waters


They're looking round for the twilight daughters


Non-stop strip club pornographic bookshop


Come into the back and take your time and have a good look


Old man laughs with flowers in his hair


Newspaper headline "Midde East Deadline"


Jazz musicians are down on the breadline


Soho (needless to say)


I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening


I've been here all of the day


I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go


Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds


Disenchanted, downstream in the night


Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely sighs


Till she seems lost in dreams


The sun goes down on a neon eon


Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion


Animation, bar conversation, anticipation, disinclination


Poor old wino turns with dust in his eyes


Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man


You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like


Soho (needless to say)


I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening


I've been here all of the day


I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go


Soho (needless to say)


I'm alone on your streets, or am I dreaming


I've been here all of the day


I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go