The Quiet of Cricklewood

Verse 1

Old

Gray

The clock is stuck at noon

Cricklewood is quiet as a tomb

Dusty

Slow

Just a sleepy Sunday morning

The birds forgot their warning

And the grass stays flat

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No sir

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

It wouldn't even if it could

I'm telling you

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Verse 2

Stiff

A statue on the street

I walked until I felt it in my feet

Iron

Rust

I saw a copper staring at a wall

He didn't see me there at all

The sun didn't move

Not an inch

Not a mile

Not a bit

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No sir

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

It wouldn't even if it could

I'm telling you

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Bridge

Maybe tomorrow the wind will blow

Maybe tomorrow the rain will show

Maybe tomorrow

But today is just the same

Just the same

Just the same

Verse 3

Wait

Still

I'm waiting for a sound

The silence is the only thing I found

Lonesome

Lost

I’m sitting on a cold stone bench

The air has got a heavy scent

Of nothing new

Nothing old

Nothing bold

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

No sir

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

It wouldn't even if it could

I'm telling you

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Outro

Goodnight Cricklewood

Sleep tight

Not a thing

Not a peep

Going back to sleep

Cricklewood

My Cricklewood

Nothing happens here