The Changing Lights

Were we leaving Rio

Or were we in New York?

I remember bossa nova on the breeze

We were in the back seat

Of a cab we couldn't afford

You were holding my old rucksack on your knees You leaned towards your window

To see the traffic up ahead

"These commuters here," you said

"Could be the walking dead."

And we vowed to guard our dreams

From all the storms that lay ahead

From the winds of fear and age and compromise And we laughed about the hopelessness

Of so many peoples lives

As we slowly moved towards the changing lights.

It was near Les Invalides

Or perhaps Trafalgar Square

It was late at night the city was asleep.

You were clowning in the back seat

With some friends we'd found somewhere

The kind, back then, we always seemed to meet. There were those in this great world you said

Just fated to go far

And among the lucky ones

Were we inside that car.

And your friends began to sing

When You Wish Upon A Star

And you clapped along like you didn't have a care But once I turned to glance at you

As we drove across the square

And your face looked haunted in the changing lights.

Was it last September?

It was autumn more or less

You were waiting to cross some busy boulevard Talking on your phone

To your family I guess

Your briefcase tucked up high beneath your arm

As I approached you turned around

A question in your eye

As though I might ignore you

And just simply walk on by

But we smiled and talked awhile

About each others lives

And once or twice I caught a wistful note

Then you moved towards the crossing

As the cars slowed to a halt

And we waved and parted beneath the changing lights.