Conversation piece

i took this walk to ease my mind

to find out whats gnawing at me

wouldnt think to look at me

that ive spent a lot of time in education

it all seems so long ago

im a thinker not a talker

ive no-one to talk to anyway

i cant see the road

for the rain in my eyes

ahhh

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 cant see the bridge

for the rain in my eye

ahhh

and the world is full of life

full of folk who dont know me

and they walk in twos or threes or mor

while the light that shines above the grocers 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

im invisible and dumb

and no-one will recall me

and i cant see the water

through the tears in my ey-y-yes