End Of Straight Street

This is the end of the Straight Street

Of this I am sure

You said you'd meet me at this Roman gate

The arch you adored

But now it's quarter past seven

and the last prayer is on

Resounding minarets just tell me

what I already know

So pretend to be my wife, because I

like the way the look at us

At this fare I could have him driving us back to Europe

But why would I do that

Pretend to be my wife, because I

like the way you look

But then there's something that I

thought was quite well understood

And now I face those rare blue eyes

I thought it was well understood

What's the reason, why are we here?

The small confession of intention

of the innocents abroad

You've got our fairest share of empathy

as long as you are poor

So now it's quarter past ten

The last merchant's gone home

Why were we so economical

when a life is so short

So pretend to be my wife, because I

like the way they look at us

At this fare I could have him polishing for ages, But why would I do that?

Pretend to be my wife, because I

like the way you look

but then there's something that I

though was quite well understood

And now I face those rare blue eyes

I thought it was well understood

What's the reason, why are we here?

This is the end of the Straight Street

I've been here before

You said you meet me at this Roman gate

the arch you adored

And now it's quarter past midnight

and we're standing alone

All these wishes you were far away

Now, here we are

Do you know if they're having fun?

And should we be having fun?

Do you know if they're having fun?

And should we be laughing loudly in their streets?

Do you know if they're having fun?

Sometimes it seems they're having fun

Do you know if they're having fun?

I just want to have some fun