Though the heart be still as loving
And the neonsigns so bright
Ate my breakfast egg this morning
playing records from last night
woke to hear the front door closing
as the sky was getting light
No more fish-and-chips on corners
Watching traffic going by
No more branches under streetlamps
No more leaves against the sky
No more blues by Otis Redding
No more coffee no more bread
No more dufflecoats for bedding
No more cushions for your head
Though the night is daylight-saving
And the day returns too soon
Still we’ll go no more a-raving
By the light of the moon