(Difford/Tilbrook)  



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