Yellow Sign - Sam Carter

On a November day

In an East End cafe

There’s a fight kicking off to the right of me

«Well, I’ve half a mind

To hurt you,» he cried.

«But I don’t want the world and his wife to see.»

And he’s dragged that girl outside

With his arms around her

There’s a yellow sign

Where they found her

'Cause there was some other man she’d hit on

Now, she’s barely alive

What a secret to try and sit on

When you know you shouldn’t have to hide

Well, it’s a year to the day

Since they put him away

Yeah, he’s down for a ten-stretch, at best

And she goes every week

Just to hear her lover speak

But there’s the one thing he can’t get off his chest

And then she forced his hand

Showed him a letter

She said, «I hope you sent my love

When you met her.»

'Cause there was some other girl he’d hit on

Yeah, he’s as guilty as sin

What a secret to try and sit on

When you’ve nothing you can keep it in

And if ever they meet

When he’s back on the street

Who knows if the caff’ll still be there?

And will she still believe

In that sinner’s reprieve

That in love, as in war, that all is fair?

And if all he’s on is his best behaviour

And she’s holding her tongue

They can clean up the bad blood later

For now they’ll sit and watch it run

For now they’ll sit and watch it run