Genevieve

Genevieve living in Velvet Street
Turns back the curtains to the day
She sees the rains falling and she bites her lip
Sits on the sofa and she reads

The leaves are falling softly from the plane trees
She hears the passing wheels in the empty street
Genevieve in Velvet Street
Wonders what to do and what to say

Sets a fire burning in the blackened grate
And sits there just watching how the flames play
Genevieve in Velvet Street
Wonders just what she can do with the day

January blowing through Velvet Street
Down the lonely valleys to the lake

Genevieve living in Velvet Street
Wishes that it didn't matter anyway