Ev’ry streetlamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight – I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale, cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me – It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the mem’ry of my days in the sun
If you touch me you’ll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun