Kevin East (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)
All The Fun Of The Fair
Tomorrow I'll find someone new
Tomorrow I won't have the flu
I'll wake up with the sun
Shake stardust from my hair
Watch all my colours run
Yes, all the fun of the fair.
Tomorrow I won't slash my wrists
Not while the alcohol persists
But cry to the same sad refrain.
And spend the night in a chair.
As love leaves on a distant train
Tomorrow, all the fun of the fair.
As bitterness eats me alive
She tears my heart from afar
My gamble is just to survive
My emotions all in a jar
- On the shelf of forgotten dream
While hope drowns in silver stream
That washes my touch from her hair.
Ah yes, tomorrow all the fun of the fair.
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