In Today's Room 
    (Difford/Tilbrook)  
      Time is a corridor that winds through my life 
      Out of each door comes a day 
      And when that door closes and I’ve said good night 
      Another door opens again  
      Down in the corridor there will be a time 
      When I shall run out of doors  
      I'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds 
      In another room I'm still not too sure 

      That there's no room for me down here  
      I shall be sorry 
      It will be clear 
      And I'll regret not seeing her more  
      In today's room love's at the door 

      I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn 
      Her face is there I can see  
      I'll always regret it but I'll never learn 
      Time is so precious to me  
      Out in the corridor she sits in a chair 
      Here I am pacing the floor  
      I've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair 
      In today's room I'm still not too sure 

      That there's no room for me down here  
      Will I be sorry 
      Well that won’t be clear  
      And I'll regret not seeing her more  
      In today's room love's at the door 

      In today's room, strawberry jam  
      No hope of blue skies holiday plans 
      In today's room, trips to the shops  
      She's on the doorstep carrying a box

      (c) 1987 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)

  • FROM THE ALBUM: Babylon and On. 
  • Originally scheduled for inclusion on Excess Moderation, but was cut when disc two ran overtime.