Raymond Chandler Evening

It's a Raymond Chandler Evening

At the end of someone's day

And I'm standing in my pocket

And I'm slowly turning grey

I remember what I told you

But I can't remember why

And the yellow leaves are falling

In a spiral from the sky

There's a body on the railings

That I can't identify

And I'd like to reassure you but

I'm not that kind of guy

It's a Raymond Chandler Evening

And the pavements are all wet

And I'm lurking in the shadows

'Cause it hasn't happened yet