Another Suitcase In Another Hall - Kimberley Walsh, Andrew Lloyd Webber

I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true

Being used to trouble I anticipate it But all the same I hate it, wouldn’t you?

So what happens now?

Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now?

Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to?

You’ll get by, you always have before

Where am I going to?

Time and time again I’ve said that I don’t care

That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me So anyone can hurt me, and they do Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know

Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow

I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion

But that’s no consolation here and now.

Don’t ask anymore.