The Pillow UB40

A smile for every passing car
And when they stop with door ajar
She shrugs and whispers que sera
And turns her thoughts to the pillow
Her face is etched with memories
She finds now joy amid the sleaze
It's hard when you've been paid to please
So she turns her thoughts to the pillow

(chorus)
Daylight comes she rests her head
The beauty of an empty bed
She dreams of happy days instead
Of brooding on to-morrow

She swapped her dreams of shining knights
For pushers, bars and money fights
For nameless faces in red light
So she turns her head to the pillow
Those black eyes don't hurt any more
She's heard the jokes and jibes before
She's felt the long arm of the law

So she turns her head to the pillow

(chorus)
Daylight comes .....