And Then It’s O.K.

I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
That every night a million families sit down
Eat their dinner around those tables
(TV, places laid, fathers there)

And I want to know even if this bus stops
Doesn't go
For any reason
Behind is another number twelve
(Right, no more than five standing downstairs)

I need to know
Between us desperate two
There is that unspoken hot and illusory
No, don't say we rely, we rely don't we?
I don’t need to know

I want to feel
I want to feel
The billboards do paint
That having beans for tea means
Behind those doors
(rows of streets, lines of plates)

And I want to feel this bus moving
I'm clenched on the seat
Ticket creased tight in a fist
(traffic light zebra crossing)

I need to feel you answer all my questions
Just a look is just enough
Is just enough
In your eyes- you do too, don't you? Don't say. I don't want to feel

I want to see
I want to see
That unit from the brochure
Instead who are all these weary down those streets
(clocks back, dark early, fallen leaves)

And I want to see the next corner and the next
Shows we're getting along route to our home
(Dorky, curtain, electric bar)

I need to see you look at me that way and then it's okay
But can I catch your eye
No need to, just wondered
See you next week
I don't want to see