Toad In The Hole

<br>I walk along the strand<br>to catch the late ride home.<br>Shuttle through the evening gloom<br>knowing I forgot to phone.<br>The back door`s open.<br>There`s a chill blowing in.<br>Take your warm hands off me.<br>Let the night begin.<br>Shush your mouth.<br>Listen to me.<br>I won`t say nothing --<br>Just let me be your<br>Toad in the Hole.<br>Kicking through the wet leaves lying<br>all along the station road.<br>Past tired graffitti wailing,<br>raw emotion to unload.<br>There`s coal in the fireplace<br>and money in the bank too.<br>Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper.<br>Still got the back room to do.<br>Don`t be late.<br>Got a day`s work behind me.<br>Feel a little devastated<br>but my nights are assigned<br>to you.<br>No tom-cat creeping, now<br>could ever be so bold<br>to hang around our place tonight<br>when I come in from the cold.<br>There`s a straight-six in the garage<br>and some fine wine to cool.<br>Labour-savers in the kitchen,<br>room in the garden for a pool.<br>Shush your mouth.<br>Let imagination run<br>here in bed-sit heaven<br>where all the best wishing`s done<br>to warm Toad in the Hole.