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 Cadilllac 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 sucidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains in commuter accidents In council care and countrucourts 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 this hill 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 you love