Lonely Daze

Pete is young man
Heart full of rain.
Eyes full of evenings
Spent in a dream
Grew up in a city where you master your pain
Or you end up numb, not feeling.

Becky is a young woman
Heart full of earth.
Eyes full of mornings
Spent without sleeping.
Grew up in a city where it's hard to be heard
And nothing really has much meaning.

Pete had his heart broke once.
He never fixed it.
Sits there in his chest
With his arms crossed, screwing. Becky had her heart broke twice She won't risk it again,
She don't wanna see her heart get ruined.

And now she's on her way
To wash up and take the orders For spaghetti
At Giuseppe's
The cafe' on the corner.
She did the night shift too,
A masseuse at the sauna
She's putting herself through uni It's hard work.

But will it be this way forever?
These are lonely days.
What if she could be the one that makes it better? He looks away, can't hold her gaze.
But will it be this way forever?
These are stressful times.
What if he could be the one that gets her?
She looks away, she's petrified.

'Now, have you thought about retail?'
'Yes, fine with me'
'Oh and I can see here that you have a degree'
'Yes,' says Pete, 'in International Relations.'
'Great,
Let's see if Primark has space for a placement.'

Becky clears up from the lunch rush Crushed
By the blank eyes
Impolite customers thrusting
Their damp fives
Into her palms, she thinks,
There ain't no harm in being civil though, Is there?

He folds up his job form,
Gets up from his chair
The next person sits down with a similar air Of dejection
He walks out, heads in the direction
Of the cafe' on the corner
For a coffee and some headroom.

This guy comes in,
The first customer to close the door behind him For that alone she likes him.
He sits at the table by the window
Reading, half smiling.
His hair's messy and his eyes are shining.

Can't think what to say, he just stares blankly Picks up his change, fiddles with his spoon, And as he leaves the cafe' he's consumed With thoughts of her,
Wishing that he'd got up the guts To try and talk to her.

Will it be this way forever?
These are lonely days
What if she could be the one that makes it better? He looks away, can't hold her gaze.
And will it be this way forever?
These are stressful times.
What if he could be the one that gets her?
She looks away, she's petrified.

It's Becky's mate's birthday They're out for the night
Now, Becky's mate is the nightmare type, She'll flirt with anyone
Scream at the top of her voice,
But it's her birthday so Becky
Don't really have a choice.
He sees her in the queue
He doesn't know what to do
She's more beautiful than he remembers Then she says,
'Alright?'
And he tries to say something funny
But stutters
And now he feels like a muppet and blushes.

Inside it's the usual scene,
They're dancing at the bar, waiting to get served Becky's mate's screaming about something absurd And they're all fake laughing.
Even though nobody heard a word.
So now he's hunting around the room, Staring into every booth
The back of every head could be hers It's no use.
He stops by the bar, thinking
Man, I'll never find her
And then he realises that he's standing beside her.

He stands there awkward
His eyes are as loud as the bass.
And she can recognise something in his face. She scribbles down her number,
Lingering glance
And lets herself think
Maybe this could be her chance.

But will it be this way forever?
These are lonely days.
What if she could be the one that makes it better? He looks away, can't hold her gaze.
And will it be this way forever?
These are stressful times.
What if he could be the one that gets her?
She looks away, she's petrified.