Monday 26 September 2011

THE SEATS IN COSTAS

This song often gets stuck in my head when sipping a latte......
To the tune of 'Streets of London' and with apologies to Ralph McTell (I hope he doesn't get too cross if he ever finds out about it)


Have you seen the old man
sitting there in the corner,
flicking thru the paper
with a worn out sigh.
In his eyes you'll see no light
they're deadened by a too-long life.
Yesterday's hero - reading yesterday' s news

So how can you tell me you're lonely
and say for you that the sun don't shine?
Well, let me take you by the hand and lead you through the seats in Costas.
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.

And have you seen the young girl
sitting glued to her iPhone,
staring at her lap through her unbrushed hair.
She's no time for smiling;
She just keeps right on typing.
Checking every minute - for a text that's never there.

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Well, let me take you by the hand and lead you through the seats in Costas.
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.

And in the bookshop cafe at a quarter to eleven,
you will always find me - sitting there on my own.
Looking at the world
over the rim of my laptop;
editing a novel -
that the world will never know.

So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Well, let me take you by the hand and lead you through the seats in Costas.
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

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