Lyrics:

(difford/tilbrook)Time is a corridor that winds through my lifeOut of each door comes a dayAnd when that door closes and I''ve said good nightAnother door opens againDown in the corridor there will be a timeWhen I shall run out of doorsI''ll scramble through windows and pull up the blindsIn another room I''m still not too sureThat there''s no room for me down hereI shall be sorryIt will be clearAnd I''ll regret not seeing her moreIn today''s room love''s at the doorI look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turnHer face is there I can seeI''ll always regret it but I''ll never learnTime is so precious to meOut in the corridor she sits in a chairHere I am pacing the floorI''ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hairIn today''s room I''m still not too sureThat there''s no room for me down hereWill I be sorryWell that won''t be clearAnd I''ll regret not seeing her moreIn today''s room love''s at the doorIn today''s room, strawberry jamNo hope of blue skies holiday plansIn today''s room, trips to the shopsShe''s on the doorstep carrying a box