Al Stewart: Life and life only

Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea Teaches history at High Worthington School His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain His common room technique suitably restrained, though maybe too cool Work done in the summery sun, see the cricket ball fly Intently, like a strange demented bird towards the sun Considering its flight, he pauses for a while Ah, but Mr. Willoughby, we've never seen you smile Tell me how come? Ah well, sometimes it must get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only "Maurice," said Renee, "Why didn't you say that you'd be so late The supper that I made is ruined again. Is there anything you'd like?". "No, nothing", he replied Standing by the stairs, not looking in her eyes, so stupidly male All dark and lying in bed, "You've been with her again" She blurts out, then turning on her side begins to cry. At first he doesn't stir but then mumbling his words He reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only. Oh Smithy Smithers-Bell; clerk from Clerkenwell on the beach at Bournemouth thinks he very well may be next year in France Inspired for a while, he decides to risk a smile at Mr. Willoughby Who passes, polishing his glasses, studiously averting his glance Renee, several deckchairs away, wonders if they would be better While Maurice is with the kids out in the sea And I was feeling small, sitting on the wall Looking at them all and wondering who will I be? Ah, but sometimes it does get lonely Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life only Ah, but it's life and life ...