I might be late

I won't be long, I won't be long
I was laying down there on the London clouds
I won't be long, I won't be long,
I was wandering as I'm wondering
What will we do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I'm all done, all chased away
All chased away? ...Anyway...

I might be late, I might be late,
I was laying down in a Berlin park,
I might be late, I might be late,
Paris is calling me, Paris is calling me,
What will you do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I'm all alone, all chased away,
All chased away ? ...Anyway...