Thank you very much.Thank you.Thank you.I did not forgetIt's nearly closing time in DalstonI don't wanna go home yetMy father always told meEvery ashtray tells a storyThere's a film star in each bottleAnd for all that that is worthNever think that good timesAre just around the cornerAnd he was the most miserable ***Who ever tried to serveI walked awayFrom the cityFrom the stationThe rain had washed the snow awayThe moon was shining brightlyLighting up an arcadeAnd a roadwork signAnd the only chanceI'll ever have of seeing her againIs somewhere in an ashtrayOn the north end of the lineI just threw away the numberThat I'd written on a pack of cigarettesAlong with twenty things signedThat is not the main thing I regretI just threw away the numberAlthough I didn't phone youI did not forgetIt's nearly closing time in DalstonAnd I don't wanna go home yetI don't wanna watchUntil tomorrowThe sound you getI don't wanna watchIt's gonna endSo it's alrightI don't wanna watchI don't wanna listenTo mindlessIt's all standing stillSeems like I need to leaveyou