A taxi comes round with a crowd
Of the fashionably late
Their boots click in all directions
On stones and pools of rain
The tourists wander backward
They don't know which train to take
While a girl is hiking up her skirt
With a brown eye on her date
But all my thoughts come back to you
And all my dreams are true here
And I have already returned to you
In a bar with the tv on
The news spills on the table
In pink and blue neon
Saying 'oh how will we make it?'
But no one hears at all
Thought I'd be somebody different
I thought I would have paid and gone
Even the soliders in the corner
Have retreated and withdrawn
But all my thoughts come back to you
And all my dreams are true here
And I have already returned to you
In a bar with the tv on
Now I've drawn on all the napkins
And I've drank here long enough
Hope I've touched you with kindness
I have shyed away from love
And all these silent pictures
Moving bright across my face
Dance away in midnight gestures
Bringing forth some grander place
Where windows reach for open air
Where goodness is the song you hear
Where the sound of night is everywhere
Calling children and lovers home
And all my thoughts come back to you
And all my dreams are true here
And I have nothing to give to you
But I have already returned to you
In a bar with the tv on
In this bar with the tv on