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?
Okay, you take cream and sugar? Sure»
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines, in the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms, on pavement steps
In libraries and railways stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognize? myself
In every stranger's eyes
And in wheelchairs, by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and seaside resorts
In drawing boards and city morgues
In award winning photographs, of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps, in faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognize
Myself, in every stranger's eyes
And now
From where I stand
Upon this 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 recognize
The hope, you kindle in your eyes
It's all 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