Somewhere In The Shadows

I've been waiting
Watching all the people passing by
Somewhere lurking in the shadows
Twisting, turning in my mind
Banging my head against this old brick wall
Chasing something that wasn't there after all
Somewhere in the shadows, waiting after hours
Meeting in the stairwells in the blocks and in the towers
Of the cold streets of London
Ain't no place to hang around
I can't feel my feet on solid ground
Headed for the country
I have to make it before the sun goes down
London I love you
But you're dragging me down
I'll be back old friend next time round
Somewhere in the shadows he'll be there after hours
There's a gentlemanly figure and he's waiting in the stairwell
He can sell you precious stones and he can sell you flowers
And he can sell you powdered dreams to while away the hours
Of the night