Conversation Piece

I took this walk to ease my mind

To find out what's gnawing at me

Wouldn't think to look at me

That I've spent a lot of time in education

It all seems so long ago

I'm a thinker, not a talker

I've no-one to talk to, anyway

I can't see the road

For the rain in my eyes

Ah

I live above the grocers store

Owned by an Austrian

He often calls me down to eat

And he jokes about his broken English

Tries to be a friend to me

But for all my years of reading conversation

I stand without a word to say

I can't see the bridge

For the rain in my eye

Ah

And the world is full of life

Full of folk who don't know me

And they walk in twos or threes or more

While the light that shines above the grocer's store

Investigates my face so rudely

And my essays lying scattered on the floor

Fulfill their needs just by being there

And my hands shake, my head hurts

My voice sticks inside my throat

I'm invisible and dumb

And no-one will recall me

And I can't see the water

For the tears in my eyes