[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