The Hepburns

The Other Side Of Grey

Album: The Other Side Of Grey [2021]
Author: Matthew David Jones © Elefant Publishing

It’s Monday morning

And I’m waiting for my train

I’m drinking coffee 

And listening to the pouring rain

Come rain and pour down upon this old town

Don’t know where I’m going

But I’ll be blown there anyway

 

The wind is blowing

The leaves are piled up all around

Like unlucky Steerforth

Poor old October drowned

Come rain and pour down upon this old town

Come rain and pour down!

 

Come bolts of lightning

And blow this drab old town away!

What will we see there

On the other side of grey?

 

Like Norma Desmond

In Sunset Boulevard

You can’t escape from

The silent films in which you starred

Your glowing reviews are yesterday’s news

Those men aren’t reporters

Those men are from Scotland Yard

 

This place is deserted

The butler and housekeeper fled

But there’s a conversation

Going on inside my head

You’re at the station; my destination’s

Great Expectations

 

I’ll catch you later, Mother Nature

This is my favourite time of year (On the other side of grey)

Don't you love the sweet smell of decay? (On the other side of grey)

So, tell me how does this song end? (It’s waiting patiently)

So, tell me how does this song end, on the other side of grey?