Last Days Of The Century Lyrics - Al Stewart

When the cock crows 

And the wind blows 

And the primrose of dawn 

Is at your windows 

Moving through the deep 

You chase dreams across your sleep 

Scarecrows, waiting at your door 

In the last days of the century 

Leaning from your balcony 

You said this is how its meant to be 

Can't you feel it in the air 

See that light come shining down 

All the way to Chinatown 

See it come from miles around 

Reflecting everywhere 

You wore black clothes 

You quoted Shakespeare 

You still make me shake 

When you get this near 

You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille 

When I saw you waiting at my door 

In the last days of the century 

Leaning from y our balcony 

You say changes come so rapidly 

You can feel them in the air 

Whoever you pretend to be 

You must face yourself eventually 

In the last days of the century 

Who knows who we were