Genevieve living in Velvet Street Turns back the curtains to the day She sees the rains falling and she bites her lip Sits on the sofa and she reads The leaves are falling softly from the plane trees She hears the pa**ing wheels in the empty street Genevieve in Velvet Street Wonders what to do and what to say Sets a fire burning in the blackened grate And sits there just watching how the flames play Genevieve in Velvet Street Wonders just what she can do with the day January blowing through Velvet Street Down the lonely valleys to the lake Genevieve living in Velvet Street Wishes that it didn't matter anyway