Conversation piece

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