| I took this walk to ease my mind
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| To find out what’s gnawing at me
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| Wouldn’t think, to look at me
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| That I’ve spent a lot of time in education
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| It all seems so long ago
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| I’m a thinker, not a talker
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| I’ve no-one to talk to, anyway
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| I can’t see the road
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| For the rain in my eyes
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| I live above the grocers' store
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| Owned by an Austrian
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| He often calls me down to eat
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| And he jokes about his broken English
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| Tries to be a friend to me
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| But for all my years of reading conversation
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| I stand without a word to say
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| I can’t see the bridge
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| For the rain in my eyes
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| And the world is full of life
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| Full of folk who don’t know me
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| And they walk in twos or threes or more
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| While the lamp that shines above the grocers' store
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| Investigates my face so rudely
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| And my essays lying scattered on the floor
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| Fulfil their needs just by being there
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| And my hands shake, my head hurts
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| My voice sticks inside my throat
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| I’m invisible and dumb
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| And no-one will recall me
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| And I can’t see the water
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| For the tears in my eyes |