Conversation

North Atlantic winter
Seven hours out of harbour
On a night of swelling ocean
And ice cold water
The lines got snagged on the bottom
And the winch got jammed
Took only moments
For the boat to go over

I broke the surface
Hicking and gasping
There were just three of us swimming
But soon I was alone
Me and the seagulls talking
I just kept on swimming
Me and the seagulls talking

And though nothing much was said
It was a conversation of a kind
You take any companion
You can find

Green and red and red and amber
Friday night panhandling
On the Leeds Road junction
Steady drizzle falling
Some cars flash past
And some pull over
Wind their windows down
Red and green and amber

And though nothing much is said
It's a conversation of a kind
You take any companion
That you can find

All those flickering lights across the town
Crackling collections of animals running
There are ghosts everywhere
And the night watching
Call me anytime
Call me anytime

And though nothing much will be said
There'll be conversations of a kind
Call me anytime
Call me anytime