Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend to depend upon the chime it plays They’re all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again