Leaving London

With a dark and rolling sea Between my love and me I keep walking through this cold hard town While I wait for better days I could use a place to stay Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down If I could beg, steal, or borrow A ticket on some boat or plane I'd be leaving London tomorrow To fly to my young love again Up at dawn to change my shirt And to wash away the dirt Then it's over to American Express Not one letter did I find No, she didn't send one line Though I know she had my forwarding address Last night the Troubadour Was so full they barred the door And I sang a song she knows quite well But it wouldn't take too long To make up another song For a lonesome and a last farewell --- Leaving London - Tom Paxton