He heard the clatter of her heels in the street 
The clock said half-past three 
He lay there waiting in the dark to hear 
The scraping of the front-door key 
He wouldn't say to her 
"Don't want to know where you were" 
She wouldn't find him there 
Next time 

She missed the train, she felt the rain upon her face 
It seemed to clear her head 
She watched him drive into the night 
A broken tail-light, a speck of red 
She still felt his touch 
It didn't seem to mean that much 
She wouldn't go back there 
Next time 

When you were just a kid you loved 
To go to movies in the afternoon 
And so you left the factory 
And got a job in the projection-room 
Bette Davis plays 
Ran away with the passing days 
You'll be a movie-star 
Next time