{title:Conversation Piece} {subtitle:David Bowie} 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 Ahhh,[]ahhh,[]ah,[]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 []eyes Ahhh,[]ahhh,[]ah,[]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 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