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I'd be somebody different I thought I would have paid and gone Even the soliders in the corner Have retreated and withdrawn But all my thoughts come back to you And all my dreams are true here And I have already returned to you In a bar with the tv on Now I've drawn on all the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