Yellow sign

On a November day in an east end cafe
There’s a fight kicking off to the right of me
‘Well I’ve half a mind to hurt you’ he cries
‘But I don’t want the world and his wife to see’
And he’s dragged that girl outside
With his arms around her
There’s a yellow sign
Where they found her
‘Cos there was some other man she’d hit on
Now she’s barely alive
What a secret to try and sit on
One you know you shouldn’t have to hide
It’s a year to the day since they put him away
He’s down for a ten-stretch at best
And she goes every week just to hear her lover speak
But there’s the one thing he can’t get off his chest
And then she forced his hand
Showed him a letter
She said ‘I hope you sent my love
When you met her’
‘Cos there was some other girl he’d hit on
Yeah he’s as guilty as sin
What a secret to try and sit on
When you’ve nothing you can keep it in
And if ever they meet when he’s back on the street
Who knows if the cafe will still be there
And will she still believe in that sinner’s reprieve
That in love as in war that all is fair?
If all he’s on is his best behaviour
And she’s holding her tongue
They can clear up the bad blood later
For now they’ll sit and watch it run
For now they’ll sit and watch it run