Years ago I was waiting for my wife to finish work in a Birmingham shop. It was dusk and that strange time at the end of a day in the city: the starlings gather on window sills, the well-to-do shoppers have gone, and a variety of lost and weary characters occupy the streets. I notice a man in big dark glasses watching me - and as I move, he follows. I sense trouble and take refuge in a department store. He follows me downstairs. Assistants are trying to close the shop. I start to panic.
Back on the street he confronts me. "Do I know you from the Nightingale?" he asks. With great relief, I realise he's not trying hurt me. He's trying to pick me up. The Nightingale being a famous gay club. Sorry, I say, I'm just waiting for my wife to finish work. He apologises and leaves.
http://youtu.be/Y-2wYNjZlvoNIGHTINGALE
White lights go up around town
As the hungry birds all gather round
The windows of banks and stores
To serenade the advancing hours
And they’re calling as you search for change
For the Bluenose boy who screams as he sells his papers
To passing strangers
Downstairs in BHS
There’s a nervous boy by the checkout desk
No plans to steal or buy
But avoid the man with the big grey eyes
“Sir we’re closing, can you buy or leave?”
Said the weary girl, whose mind was on a taxi
Now he’ll catch me
Nightingale don’t shadow me now
I’ve seen you searching with your big grey eyes
Please I pray, don’t follow me down
I’m only waiting for my working wife
Nowhere left to hide
Face to face as I realize
He’s just looking here
Searching for something I can’t give
“Boy I thought you were a friend of mine –
From the Nightingale, that’s where I thought I’d met you
But it’s not you”
Nightingale don’t shadow me now
I’ve seen you searching with your big grey eyes
Please I pray, don’t follow me down
I’m only waiting for my working wife
He’s just looking here
Searching for something that I can’t ever give
Never had a dream come true