Soho Lyrics - Al Stewart

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom 

Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run 

Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk 

Disappearing into the booze shop 

Rainbow queues stand down by the news stand, waiting for the late 

show 

Pin ball, sin hall, minds in free fall 

Chocolate-colored ladies making eyes through the smoke-pall 

Soho (needless to say) 

I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening 

I've been here all of the day 

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go 

Football supporters taking the waters 

They're looking round for the twilight daughters 

Non-stop strip club pornographic bookshop 

Come into the back and take your time and have a good look 

Old man laughs with flowers in his hair 

Newspaper headline "Midde East Deadline" 

Jazz musicians are down on the breadline 

Soho (needless to say) 

I'm alone on your streets on a Friday evening 

I've been here all of the day 

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go 

Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds 

Disenchanted, downstream in the night 

Soho hears the lies, the twisted cries, the lonely sighs 

Till she seems lost in dreams 

The sun goes down on a neon eon 

Though you'd have a job explaining it to Richard Coeur de Lion 

Animation, bar conversation, anticipation, disinclination 

Poor old wino turns with dust in his eyes 

Begs for the dregs from the bottom of the kegs, man 

You've never seen a lady lay down and spread her legs like 

Soho (needless to say) 

I'm alone on your sheets on a Friday evening 

I've been here all of the day 

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go 

Soho (needless to say) 

I'm alone on your streets, or am I dreaming 

I've been here all of the day 

I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go