Not The One Lyrics - Al Stewart

It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections 

In the eyes of hotel porters 

And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no travellers 

Or Irish lady authors 

And the girl in the raincoat walks the lanes of Brighton 

With her collar turned against the wind 

And hovers in the doorways of second-hand bookshops 

Among the dust and fading print 

And you're not the one she's thinking of 

And you're not the one she really wants 

Just a point along the line she's leaving from 

She goes into a cafe, orders tea, looks at the menu 

But there's nothing really on it 

And the place is as deserted as a plaza in a heat-wave 

And the cloth has jam upon it 

But the girl in the raincoat doesn't stop to count the tea-leaves 

Or turn to see the mists around the sun 

For the winter's unfolding around her 

And it's time for moving on 

And you're not the one she's thinking of 

And you're not the one she really wants 

Just a station on the line she's leaving from 

And so you sit there in the middle of the carpet 

With her suitcases around you 

And it comes to you she journeyed to the center of your life 

But she never really found you 

Just another girl in a raincoat 

Who shared the passing of the days 

And you're glad of the warmth that she gave you 

And you hardly need to say 

That she's not the one you're thinking of 

No she's not the one you really want 

Just a point along the line you're leaving from