waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Trucker: "Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down"
waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints in Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs in sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavairy attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the china seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon the hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Trucker: "Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down"
waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints in Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs in sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavairy attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the china seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon the hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love
waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Trucker: "Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down"
waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints in Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs in sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavairy attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the china seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes
And now from where I stand
Upon the hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love