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Were we leaving Rio
Or were we in New York?

I remember bossa nova on the breeze

We were in the back seat
Of a cab we couldn't afford

You were holding my old rucksack on your knees You leaned towards your window

To see the traffic up ahead

"These commuters here," you said

"Could be the walking dead."

And we vowed to guard our dreams

From all the storms that lay ahead
From the winds of fear and age and compromise And we laughed about the hopelessness
Of so many peoples lives
As we slowly moved towards the changing lights

It was near Les Invalides

Or perhaps Trafalgar Square

It was late at night the city was asleep
You were clowning in the back seat
With some friends we'd found somewhere
The kind, back then, we always seemed to meet There were those in this great world you said

Just fated to go far

And among the lucky ones

Were we inside that car.

And your friends began to sing
When You Wish Upon A Star
And you clapped along like you didn't have a care But once I turned to glance at you

As we drove across the square
And your face looked haunted in the changing lights

Was it last September?
It was autumn more or less
You were waiting to cross some busy boulevard Talking on your phone
To your family I guess

Your briefcase tucked up high beneath your arm

As I approached you turned around
A question in your eye
As though I might ignore you

And just simply walk on by
But we smiled and talked awhile
About each others lives
And once or twice I caught a wistful note
Then you moved towards the crossing
As the cars slowed to a halt

And we waved and parted beneath the changing lights