Conversation

North Atlantic winter

Seven hours out of harbour

On a night of swelling ocean

And ice cold water

The lines got snagged on the bottom

And the winch got jammed

Took only moments

For the boat to go over

I broke the surface

Hicking and gasping

There were just three of us swimming

But soon I was alone

Me and the seagulls talking

I just kept on swimming

Me and the seagulls talking

And though nothing much was said

It was a conversation of a kind

You take any companion

You can find

Green and red and red and amber

Friday night panhandling

On the Leeds Road junction

Steady drizzle falling

Some cars flash past

And some pull over

Wind their windows down

Red and green and amber

And though nothing much is said

It's a conversation of a kind

You take any companion

That you can find

All those flickering lights across the town

Crackling collections of animals running

There are ghosts everywhere

And the night watching

Call me anytime

Call me anytime

And though nothing much will be said

There'll be conversations of a kind

Call me anytime

Call me anytime