Next Time Testo

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