I'd sit and read the paper whilst I waited for you,
To finish your shift and then we'd go back to our room.
Turn off the light, shut the door, make it good.
For all the big times we had smaller ways of making love.
It's the parting in the morning, at the end of the night,
When the rain on the river shone, echoing life.
It felt like you were going, travelling without me.
Going to meet the taxi with my girl.
Oh, see her home alright for me, would you?
Going to meet the taxi and say goodnight.
We share a coke on your rug, miles warm.
And we talk about how it had been more than a room.
Well we turn off the light, shut the door, make it good.
With the weather outside doing what you said it would.
It was raining, and slipping and hard on the pane.
But I'd like to be there again if I could.
We try to keep us upright as we stumbled in the dark.
Going to meet the taxi with my girl.
Oh, see her home alright for me, would you?
Going to meet the taxi and say goodnight.
Turn off the light, shut the door, make it good.
With the weather outside doing what it always does.
It was raining, and slipping and we shivered as we scurried.
But I'd like to be there again if I could.
To see you again tomorrow, and every other day.
Going to meet the taxi with my girl.
Oh, see her home alright for me, would you?
As she's going, see her home alright for me.
She's going, see her home alright for me.
She's going, see her home alright for me.
Say goodnight.