Lyrics:

(difford/tilbrook)**lf****lf**Time is a corridor that winds through my life**lf**Out of each door comes a day**lf**And when that door closes and I''ve said good night**lf**Another door opens again**lf**Down in the corridor there will be a time**lf**When I shall run out of doors**lf**I''ll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds**lf**In another room I''m still not too sure**lf**That there''s no room for me down here**lf**I shall be sorry**lf**It will be clear**lf**And I''ll regret not seeing her more**lf**In today''s room love''s at the door**lf****lf**I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn**lf**Her face is there I can see**lf**I''ll always regret it but I''ll never learn**lf**Time is so precious to me**lf**Out in the corridor she sits in a chair**lf**Here I am pacing the floor**lf**I''ve not got the courage, my hand combs my hair**lf**In today''s room I''m still not too sure**lf****lf**That there''s no room for me down here**lf**Will I be sorry**lf**Well that won''t be clear**lf**And I''ll regret not seeing her more**lf**In today''s room love''s at the door**lf****lf**In today''s room, strawberry jam**lf**No hope of blue skies holiday plans**lf**In today''s room, trips to the shops**lf**She''s on the doorstep carrying a box