Raymond Chandler Evening

It's a Raymond Chandler Evening, At the end of someone's day, And I'm standing in my pocket, And I'm slowly turning grey. I remember what I told you, But I can't remember why, And the yellow leaves are falling In a spiral from the sky. There's a body on the railings That I can't identify, And I'd like to reassure you, but I'm not that kind of guy. It's a Raymond Chandler Evening, And the pavements are all wet, And I'm lurking in the shadows 'Cause it hasn't happened yet. --- Raymond Chandler Evening - Robyn Hitchcock and Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians