The Broadway Gap

Verse 1

Grey

Pavement split

Waiting by the garage

Oil on my knuckles is black

Tired

Looking at the clock

Looking at the sky

Looking at the bus

Nothing moves

Not a single soul is jumping

Stale bread

Corner shop door is stuck

Locked

Chorus

Absolutely nothing

In Cricklewood

Nothing is happening

In Cricklewood

I am standing still

Just standing still

Quiet on the Broadway

Quiet on the lane

Post-Chorus

No no no

Nowhere to go

No no no

Nowhere to go

Verse 2

Dust

Settles on the brick

The train tracks are sleeping

Rust eating the heavy iron fence

Empty

Pockets full of lint

Pockets full of time

Pockets full of air

Birds don't fly

They just sit on the wire

Watching me

Watching the red light stay red

Always

Chorus

Absolutely nothing

In Cricklewood

Nothing is happening

In Cricklewood

I am standing still

Just standing still

Quiet on the Broadway

Quiet on the lane

Post-Chorus

No no no

Nowhere to go

No no no

Nowhere to go

Bridge

London moves around the edge

We are just a hole in the map

A gap in the line

A blank in the page

No sirens

No shouting

No hurry

Chorus

Absolutely nothing

In Cricklewood

Nothing is happening

In Cricklewood

I am standing still

Just standing still

Quiet on the Broadway

Quiet on the lane

Outro

Cricklewood

Cricklewood

Just another Tuesday

Just another day

Nothing at all

Nothing at all

Nothing

Nothing