The Man in Cricklewood

Verse 1

Waiting

The rain falls on the brick

Grey morning light is feeling thin and sick

Staring at the shops

Down by the Broadway

The bus stops

Moves on

Nobody gets off or climbs aboard

The clock is bored

Chorus

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Doing nothing at all

Just like he always should

He says the sky is heavy

And the tea is getting cold

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Watching paint peel off the wall

Checking on his luck

He says he’s happy staying

Living life inside a stall

Post-Chorus

Hey now

Hey now

Nothing is coming

Nothing is coming

Verse 2

Dusty

Shoes on a pavement crack

Looking for a path that won't lead back

I see the same cat

The same old stray cat

Sleeping

Still

Pigeons on the wire don't fly away

It’s Tuesday or it’s Friday

Who can say

Chorus

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Doing nothing at all

Just like he always should

He says the sky is heavy

And the tea is getting cold

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Watching paint peel off the wall

Checking on his luck

He says he’s happy staying

Living life inside a stall

Bridge

Quiet on the corner

Quiet in the hall

Quiet in the gardens

And the winter starts to crawl

Chorus

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Doing nothing at all

Just like he always should

He says the sky is heavy

And the tea is getting cold

There is a man out in Cricklewood

Watching paint peel off the wall

Checking on his luck

He says he’s happy staying

Living life inside a stall

Outro

La la la la

Nothing happens

La la la la

Nowhere to go

Cricklewood

Cricklewood

Nothing at all

Nothing at all