Conversation Piece

I took this walk to ease my mind
 To find out what's gnawing at me
 Wouldn't think to look at me
 That I've spent a lot of time in education
 All seems so long ago
 I'm a thinker, not a talker
 No one to talk to, anyway
 I can't see the road
 For the rain in my eyes
 Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
 I live above the grocers store
 Owned by an Austrian
 Often calls me down to eat
 And he jokes about his broken English
 Tries to be a friend to me
 But for all my years of reading conversation
 I stand without a word to say
 I can't see the bridge
 For the rain in my eye
 Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
 And the world is full of life
 Full of folk who don't know me
 And they walk in twos or threes or more
 While the light that shines above the grocer's store
 Investigates my face so rudely
 And my essays lying scattered on the floor
 Fulfill their needs just by being there
 And my hands shake, my head hurts
 My voice sticks inside my throat
 I'm invisible and dumb and no one will recall me
 And I can't see the water
 Through the tears in my eyes