As you pack your clothes into a bag and head out in the rain, I don't know if you really care whether you see me again. After twenty years I've learnt no one stays here for more than two, So I wish you the best and when you're gone we'll have a drink for you. As the bus drove over London Bridge the river shone so bright, You leant in and kissed my cheek, I held your cold hand tight. In my head Bob Dylan sang about "revolution in the air", And we danced right on through the night as if we were somewhere.