It's Monday morning
And I'm waiting for my train
I'm drinking coffee
And listening to the pouring rain
Come, rain, and pour down
Upon this old town
Don't know where I'm going
But I'll be blown there anyway
The wind is blowing (on the other side of grey)
The leaves are piled up all around
Like unlucky Steerforth (on the other side of grey)
Poor old October drowned
Come, rain, and pour down
Upon this old town
Come, rain, and pour down
Come bolts of lightning (all over, when it's all over)
And blow this drab old town away
What will we see there (all over, when it's all over)
On the other side of grey?
Like Norma Desmond
On Sunset Boulevard
You can't escape from
The silent films in which you starred
Your glowing reviews
Are yesterday's news
Those men aren't reporters
Those men are from Scotland Yard
This place is deserted
The butler and housekeeper fled
There's a conversation
Going on inside my head
You're at the station
My destinations
Great expectations
Come bolts of lightning
And blow this drab old town away
What will we see there
On the other side of grey?
I'll catch you later (I'll catch you later)
Mother Nature (Mother Nature)
This is my favourite time of year
On the other side of grey
Don't you love the sweet smell of decay?
On the other side of grey
So tell me, how does this song end?
It's waiting patiently
So tell me, how does this song end?
On the other side of grey
(I'm catching up with the train)
Grey
Grey (the other side of grey)