In truck stops, and hamburger joints,
In Cadillac limosuines, 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
And suicidal cavalry attacks I recognize
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
And in wheelchairs by monuments,
Under tube trains, 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,
And faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognize
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
And now, from where I stand, upon this hill I've
plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the sky, I shade my eyes so
nearly blind
And I've seen sights 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.