The Broadway Blues

Verse 1

Grey

Pavement cracks

The bus is stalled

Broken glass on a rainy Tuesday

No sirens

Just a dog

Waiting for a sign

But the sign fell down years ago

Nothing to do

Nothing to say

I’m stuck here in the middle

Left on the curb

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Boredom is a brick

In the North West wind

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Verse 2

Stagnant

Stale tea

The betting shop is cold

Men in coats staring at the floor

Wasted days

Wasted nights

Wasted lives on the Broadway

Ten quid

Gone

A flat tire on a rusted car

Nobody moves

Nobody sings

It’s a graveyard of Sunday morning

The rain tastes like ash

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Boredom is a brick

In the North West wind

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Bridge

London is burning far away

The tube line stops

The rhythm drops

I'm looking for a riot

But I find a closed door

I find a wet floor

I find a long war against the clock

Chorus

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Boredom is a brick

In the North West wind

Nothing happens in Cricklewood

Outro

Walking in circles

Walking in circles

The clock has stopped

Dead air

Dead end

Cricklewood

Cricklewood

Dead end

Dead end

Nothing happens

Nothing happens

Nothing happens at all