There is a dark and rolling sea Between my love and me As I walk through this cold and lonesome town There is a wish for a better day I need a place to stay If it' s just to spread my blanket down Or if I wanna change my shirt Just to wash away the dirt Then it's over to American Express Not a letter do I find She didn't even send one line Though I know she has my forwarding address If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'll leave old London tomorrow To fly to my own true love again Last night at The Troubadour Was so full, they barred the door I sang a song that she loved so well But it wouldn't take too long To make up another song Have a lonesome and a sad farewell If I could beg, steal or borrow A ticket on some old ship or plane I'll leave old London tomorrow To fly to my own true love again I'll leave old London tomorrow To fly to my own true love again