Lucy’s wearing vintage

Boy’s in a rented tux

Safety pins for cufflinks

Please dance with me

The party’s still in full swing

and you’re such a bright young thing

Nancy’s got her monkey

on a silver chain

Pose for Stephen’s camera

then dance with me

Forget what the future brings

Surrounded by bright young things

Sometimes a party’s

a port in a storm

No one is weary

or lost and forlorn

Listen, a nightingale sings

in Berkeley Square the bright young things

are flying on chemical wings

intent on their one-last-flings tonight

It’s time! It’s time!

It’s time! It’s time!

When I get you home

there’ll be sunlight on your bed

Close your eyes and drift off

imagining

the promise of a diamond ring

You the queen, and I your king

Sometimes a party’s

a port in a storm

You won’t feel weary

or lost or forlorn

Listen, a nightingale sings

in Berkeley Square the bright young things

are flying on chemical wings

Share with me one last fling tonight

It’s time! It’s time!

[‘I’m All Alone Again . . . I’m All Alone’ Movement]

I walked into the room

Imagine my surprise

you were sitting close to him

staring in each other’s eyes

Each of you looked up

but no one said a word

I felt I should apologise

for what I hadn’t heard

A silence filled the room

awkward as an elephant

In the crowded court of your love

I was now a supplicant

And clumsy as I felt

at stumbling on this theft

to save further embarrassment

I made my excuses and left

So long ago

I felt like such a fool

for crying

All that I know

is when you feel inside

you’re dying

it all begins again

defying

your excuses

[Movement One Reprise]