There's a man with a walking stick striped like a candy cane
He sits at the bus stop and he always looks the same
He wears a cap from the military
Which makes he seem a bit scary
But when I see him at the beginning of the day
He makes me feel okay

There's a drunk at the cathedral who stands there swaying
I asked him for the time once but I didn't understand what he was saying
He mumbled something about being in the S.A.S.
I made up stories in my head about how he got in to this mess
I promised myself I'd never end up like this man
And I carried on making plans

There's an old lady in the coffee shop who only has one cup of tea
Even when I talk loud she can never hear me
I wonder if she's ever had her heart broken
If she's death because too many "I love you"s were spoken
I sit and write them happy endings
Because they seem like they need mending
So why does my little heart ache seem like the worse thing in the world?
when there are all these desperate souls left unheard
Why am I so selfish and why am I so lonely?
when unlike them I have my whole life ahead of me