Fog in the streets...

EVELYN

Evelyn was dreaming of fame
warm in her house
hot breath on the pane
fog in the streets
mark tonight on the wane

oh but little girl
is your daddy still away

Evelyn ain't it poor
one day to the week your father I saw
he was standing awful funny staring at the wall
paying no attention to nobody but the wall
lot of pretty people walking past him by the wall
wondering what he was saying, talking to the wall

oh but little girl
is your daddy still away

Cos I need time to prepare
for seeing you
I need time to prepare
prepare for seeing you

Evelyn I'll draw the curtains for you
this morning may be nasty, the sun maybe too
a lot of animals have changed since we first took to the zoo
but the cats still have claws, jaws and teeth too