All tucked up in bed the world is at your feet
you're so snug and warm - you could be on the street
papers blow from the cobbles to the water below
yesterday's news has nowhere else to go

Just before the dawn. the daylight's on the creep
early morning folk all tiptoe while you sleep
the river knows the work that's about to come
The ferry man leaves and kisses the ferryman's son

You can hear the moan as the tunnel starts its day
empty lonely buses start to make their way
Water street shining bright in the morning sun
I raise my hand for my taxi's coming round
well I'm not to blame, no I'm not to blame