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



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 eyes

Ahhh-huh, h...uh, huh



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 grocers store

investigates my face so rudely

And my essays lying scattered on the floor

Fullfil their needs just by being there

And my hands shake, my head hurts,

my voice sticks inside my throat

I'm invisible and dumb,

no-one will recall me



And I can't see the water

through the tears in my ey-y-yes