Late bar is empty, the music is still
Leaves a girl unsettled
Fox in the alley a sinister friend
Alone but not lonesome
Long after midnight, the taxis in bed
Street sounds are fading
Bell from the town hall it heralds the day
Peaceful like a serenade
Late when we parted, some things best unsaid
Streets are silent
Shop windows sleeping the sleep of the dead
Calm times unrivalled
Late walking home and the night turns to grey
Hope springs eternal
Bell from the town hall it heralds the day
Peaceful like a serenade
Sun thinks of rising, renewing the day
Nice and slowly
Early deliveries just under way
Crisp air unfolding
Cupping the flame as the cigarette flares
Deeply inhaling
Bell from the town hall it heralds the day
Peaceful like a serenade
Like a serenade
Like a serenade
Like a serenade