Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and Rose 
Tattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those
lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long ago
Where you find them, sad to say, it's true God only 
knows 
You linger late in cafes, look back on future days when 
your dreams were like miracles 
Now you can only pray 
For the laugh you heard last night 
For the face that was there the week before 
The tears you shed when she walked out the door 
You know 
She's been there before 
You know she's walked out a thousand other doors 
You've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed you
But you've lived the life and played the game, what 
more can people do
You wake in the early hours
Do you think you'll find her there 
She packed her bags late one night 
Skipped out without a care 
Now you seize on certain gestures 
Scraps of sentence overheard 
But the memory that stays longest is how she left 
without a word 
Oh the laugh you heard last night 
The face you saw the week before 
The tears you shed when she walked out that door
You know, she's been there before 
You know she's walked out a thousand other doors
Pennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and Rose 
For those who know which way the wind blows
Which way the river flows