Discreet

Eating alone in a fast food restaurant,
Watching nothing on TV to let the time go by
Walking by the foodstalls and cigarette men,
On the long journey to my house nearby

So do you hear?
The rain moving the leaves on the tree
What do I fear?
Nothing more than the flood coming to me, but-

When it's cold outside,
I'll be a warm man on the inside
When the cold subsides
I'll be fine

Strumming my guitar singing no particular song,
Trying to make sense of what comes out
Writing anything that comes to my head,
Searching for the answer to what it's all about

Can you see?
The headlights at the corner of the street
Then I sing
Bringing to my mind thoughts discreet

When it's cold outside,
I'll be a warm man on the inside
When the cold subsides
I'll be fine

When it's cold outside,
I'll be a warm man on the inside
When the spring arrives...

[Joe Barry]