in today's room

time is a corridor that winds through my life, out of each door comes a day, and when that door closes and i've said good night, another door opens again, down in the corridor there will be a time, when i shall run out of doors, i'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds, in another room i'm still not too sure, that there's no room for me down here, i shall be sorry, it will be clear, and i'll regret not seeing her more, in today's room love's at the door, i look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn, her face is there i can see, i'll always regret it but i'll never learn, time is so precious to me, out in the corridor she sits in a chair, here i am pacing the floor, i've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair, in today's room i'm still not too sure, that there's no room for me down here, will i be sorry, well that won't be clear, and i'll regret not seeing her more, in today's room love's at the door, in today's room, strawberry jam, no hope of blue skies holiday plans, in today's room, trips to the shops, she's on the doorstep carrying a box