Glamorous glow

There are two escape ways from the town of Kettering: the plane for Luton to reach the continent and the East Midlands train to London. London may not appeal to you, but when you've spent two weeks in a row in Kettering, it feels good to go there and enjoy some sort of life again. I remember the feeling of well-being we had when we took off to London for the first time, sitting in this holy train and looking ahead like if something good awaited us. Well, in fact it did. The view of Picadilly and the pubs in Soho, the roaring of the red buses and the crowd on Oxford street were enough to make us feel alive for at least a couple of days.

Sit on a bus to London
What am i doing there
I wish i could turn the light on
'wish i could breath the air

Watching the cabs on Holborn
Calling up to nowhere
'wish i wasn't in Brixton
'wish i didn't end there

For when i'm looking up at the glamorous glow
Flashing above this strip-show
I cry and i don't know what is wrong and what is right
Jenny will you find me tonight and please take me home

Slept on the bus to London
dreaming of love affairs
'wish someone had turned the light on
To finish my nightmares

Lost in the streets of Dalston
Ending up underground
Picking up a distant station
Getting it all so wrong

For when i'm looking up at the glamorous glow
Flashing above this strip-show
I cry and i don't know what is wrong and what is right
Jenny if you ever find me tonight please find me now