Marc Almond

And so they say they're leaving
While you sleep away the day
You go out every evening
Collecting waifs and strays
They follow their illusions
They don't know what to do
They need a clear direction
That's why they turn to you
You're pleading
Please don't leave me
Don't go from me so soon
I need to be found
For I'm a stray too
Don't go
Just wait until tomorrow
Just wait until tomorrow
Just wait until tomorrow
On the streets of Paris
On the streets of Rome
They find a home
In shadow or in coffee bars
Down the winding alleys
Through the brightly lit arcades
No matter where they are