She stayed with me untilnShe moved to Notting HillnShe said it was the place she needs to benWhere the cocaine is Fair TradenAnd frequently displayednIs the Buena Vista Social Club CDnnI thought she’d be back in 3 weeks nAnd we’d go wandering the peaksnSojourning in my Uncle Joe’s ashramnFor when you’re in Matlock Bath nYou don’t need Sylvia PlathnNot while they’ve got Mrs Gibson’s jamnnAlas, I’m brooding alone by the runnelnWhile she’s in Capri with her swainnAnd the light at the end of the tunnelnIs the light of an oncoming trainnnWell we both grew up in EyamnAnd strange as it may seemnNeither of us thought we’d ever leavenBut the beak in Leek is weaknAnd she’s moved in so to speaknWith featureless TV producer StevennAnd now it’s all Eva Cassidy and Aphids in PicardynAnd so I can only ascertainnThat the light at the end of the tunnelnIs the light of an oncoming trainnnNo frills, handy for the hills, that’s the way you spell New Mills!nnBrooding alone by the runnelnWhile she’s in Capri with her swainnAnd the light at the end of the tunnelnIs the light of an oncoming trainnIs the light of an oncoming trainnIs the light of an oncoming trainnnOl’ time religionnGimme that ol’ time religionnGimme that ol’ time religionnIt’s good enough for men