Every Strangers Eyes

<br>[Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?"<br>[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down<br>You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here"<br>[Waitress:] "I`m sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?<br>Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure."<br>In truck stops and hamburger joints<br>In Cadillac limousines<br>In the company of has-beens<br>And bent-backs<br>And sleeping forms on pavement steps<br>In libraries and railway stations<br>In books and banks<br>In the pages of history<br>In suicidal cavalry attacks<br>I recognise...<br>Myself in every stranger`s eyes<br><br>And in wheelchairs by monuments<br>Under tube trains and commuter accidents<br>In council care and county courts<br>At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts<br>In drawing rooms and city morgues<br>In award winning photographs<br>Of life rafts on the China seas<br>In transit camps, under arc lamps<br>On unloading ramps<br>In faces blurred by rubber stamps<br>I recognise...<br>Myself in every stranger`s eyes<br><br>And now, from where I stand<br>Upon this hill<br>I plundered from the pool<br>I look around<br>I search the skies<br>I shade my eyes<br>So nearly blind<br>And I see signs of half remembered days<br>I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways<br>I recognise...<br>The hope you kindle in your eyes<br><br>It`s oh so easy now<br>As we lie here in the dark<br>Nothing interferes, it`s obvious<br>How to beat the tears<br>That threaten to snuff out<br>The spark of our love