5.06 A.M. (Every Strangers' Eyes)

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? OK you take cream and sugar? Sure." In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens In bent-backs In sleeping forms on pavement steps In libraries and railway 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 in commuter accidents In council care and countercourts At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts in the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On loading 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 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