Come let me walk you down the Pentonville Road
come let us do our last thing as friends
for once you take that train back home
our beginnings won't know our ends.
Come let me give you my hand to hold awhile
or to rest your troubled head, my shoulder,
for if again, some evening, you'd think of calling me,
you might feel that much more the bolder.
Come let me wait a bit for your train with you,
another five minutes dawdling in King's Cross,
another five minutes, for us, for all our love,
another five minutes, for us, for all our loss.
(Thanks to Simon Gray)