Starting from scratch

It's a long walk down from my door to the Cardigan Hotel
But I make it every night when the sky gets dark.
The serpentine is black and doesn't show a single star
And I'm just off work and walking through the park.

Girls in evening clothes are talking on the phone,
Got their bags from Knightsbridge and their walking home.
Can't distract me honey I know where I'm going
To sit down with a g & t and watch the night so long.

Well the drinks they pour at this bar never run too cheap
And I've got no plans to meet anyone it's clear.
But the history in this postal code runs deep,
And it might be lost on most of the ones in here

I can't say for certain honey where I'm bound.
I've got no rich relations, got no extra time.
But when they shut this bar tonight I know I'm going
To walk down by the riverbank and watch the night so fine.

I don't know how other folks get by.
But there's one thing that I've learned for fact.
There's a music you can only hear
When you're starting from scratch.

A roach's wings are fluttering soft and clear
In the midnight of this quiet flat.
There's a music you can only hear
When you're starting from scratch.