(difford/tilbrook)
Time is a corridor that winds through my life
Out of each door comes a day
And when that door closes and Ive said good night
Another door opens again
Down in the corridor there will be a time
When I shall run out of doors
Ill scramble through windows and pull up the blinds
In another room Im still not too sure
That theres no room for me down here
I shall be sorry
It will be clear
And Ill regret not seeing her more
In todays room loves at the door
I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn
Her face is there I can see
Ill always regret it but Ill never learn
Time is so precious to me
Out in the corridor she sits in a chair
Here I am pacing the floor
Ive not got the courage, my hand combs my hair
In todays room Im still not too sure
That theres no room for me down here
Will I be sorry
Well that wont be clear
And Ill regret not seeing her more
In todays room loves at the door
In todays room, strawberry jam
No hope of blue skies holiday plans
In todays room, trips to the shops
Shes on the doorstep carrying a box