When I get to Warwick Avenue please draw the past and be true. Don’t say we’re okay just because I’m here. You hurt me bad but I   
wont shed a tear.  I’m leaving you for the last time baby, you think you’re loving but you don’t love me. And I’ve been  confused, outta my mind lately. You think you’re loving, but I want to be free; you’ve hurt me. When I get to Warwick            Avenue we’ll spend an hour but no more than two, our only chance to speak once more. I showed you answers, now here’s the door.   When I get to Warwick Avenue I’ll tell baby, there we’re through. All the days spent together I wish for better and I didn’t want the        train to come. Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted. Seems like we never started.