I don't like it here
It's cold and it's lonely and the light has gone
I still remember when it always shone
Shone on my very, very special one
But now she's gone and

I don't like it here
Day after day the empty hours to fill
Day after day the hours grow on their bill
Me, I sit silent as an act of will
Remembering still
Remembering still

When I wasn't here
I had the morning and the clear blue sky
I raced the river as the sun climbed high
Made love in shadow where we used to lie
My love and I....my love...and

I don't like it here
They talk like we're children in a nursery
For we are old and such a mystery
Locked in the prison of a history
They'll never see

And I don't like it here
Waiting for god to come and find my door
And when he does, my god, he'll get what for
I've been the bull he's been the matador
...the picador...toreador.

When I wasn't here
I had the morning and the clear blue sky
I raced the river as the sun climbed high
Made love in shadow where we used to lie
My love and I....my love...and

I don't like it here
It's cold and it's lonely and the light has gone
I still remember when it always shone
Shone on my very, very special one
But now she's gone and….
I don't like it here