Swansong - Ashbury Heights

Phone rings in the middle of the night

He wants to hear a song by Ashbury Heights

Just one more time before he dies

The DJ knows he’s helpless and thus he cries

Here’s a swansong coming

A swansong coming for you

And the music plays

Flowing through the dark

A dying man mustn’t be denied

His voice is one that you should hark

He can hear the whistle blow

He knows all he needs to know

The train plays another song

He smiles and sings along

Here’s a swansong coming

A swansong coming for you

And the music plays

Flowing through the dark

A dying man mustn’t be denied

His voice is one that you should hark