In Today's Room - Squeeze

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