Bar with a TV On

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Have retreated and withdrawn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