Red sun go down way over dirty town
Starling are sweeping around crazy shoals
A girl is there high heeling across the square

Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can like.


Church bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays

They're all in the station praying for trains
Cogregations late again
It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days

Drunk old soldier he gives her a fright
He's crazy lion howling for a fight.


Strap hanging gunshot sound
Doors slamming on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone

Her evening paper is horror torn
But there's hope later for Capricorns
Her lucky stars give her just enough to get home

Then she's reading about a swing to the right
But she's thinking about a stranger in the night
I'm thinking about the lions tonight

What happened to the lions.