Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?"

[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down

You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here"

[Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?

Ok, 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 railway stations

In books and banks

In the pages of history

In suicidal cavalry attacks

I recognise...

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 sea-side resorts

In drawing rooms 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 recognise...

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 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