It's a Raymond Chandler Evening At the end of someone's day And I'm standing in my pocket And I'm slowly turning grey I remember what I told you But I can't remember why And the yellow leaves are falling In a spiral from the sky There's a body on the railings That I can't identify And I'd like to re-assure you But I'm not that kind of guy It's a Raymond Chandler Evening And the pavements are all wet And I'm lurking in the shadows 'Cause it hasn't happened yet