Richard Clapton - Out On The Edge Again lyrics

The Countess sits there dressed up In the shadows of her dreams And her eyes are lookin' everywhere But never look at me And I should be the s**er Who waits upon her whims But she flicks her writ so gracefully As she notches up her sins I'm sinkin' so low, I said hello I used to be one of your friends I just got back from the South Row And I'm out on the edge again Sometimes I sit in the cinema With my knees under my chin And I drift away and watch the same part Over and over again The streets are so full of mysterious women I watch them through the hole in the fence They walk by with the sun in their eyes And I'm out on the edge again