The stairs are dark and silent,
The morning cold and grey
A last look at the things we knew
And quietly slip away.
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind.

Leave the bus in Euston
Walk around the town
All the strange unfriendly faces seem to get me down.
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day.

I'm a small and lonely light, a bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home.
I'm a torn and weary kite, a face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home.

Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
Now the good life's not enough
There must be something more.
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn.

I'm a small and lonely light, a bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home.
I'm a torn and weary kite, a face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home.

Too late at night to go home
But I've talked too long my friend.