did you still have a name?
Your eyes betrayed a crushing touch
By the time I saw you eating lunch
Where God alone knows what you want
In a fast-food restaurant.
I didn’t know you then
I don’t know you now
Who knows anyone, anyhow?
You just sitting there
With eyes that stared
Into despair
At what I dared
Not even try to see.
With your dirty dress
Dirty hair
Dirty coat
You sitting on a dirty chair.
With your tray swirling in all that mess
You seemed to say to me
“I’ve seen your best
And, honey, I’m really not impressed.”
You didn’t say one single word.
Anyway it wouldn’t have been heard.
None dared sit close to you
For fear it would be you they knew
Thoughts like that can ruin a lunch
Faster than an impure touch.
Your empty coffee cup
Next to an empty wrapper
Round about empty tables and chairs
Surrounded by empty stares.
Did you still have a name?
For shame, for shame, who is to blame?
Tell me, who is to blame?
You seemed so alone that I couldn’t go home
Till I gave you what you sought.
A Sundae with a cherry on top that brought
One winning end
In a life without friends.
In a life without friends.
But I gave you what I was able
Money laid on your table.
And leaving in an embarrassed hurry
Hoped your spoon would have a cherry
But through the ice cold glass
Saw it would never come to pass.
Instead saw you unmoved
In your chair
Still just sitting there
Still staring with your stare
That first fixed me to my chair
And took me to where
I felt so alone
That I feared I never would find home.
Did I pain you with my money?
Was it not that you wanted at all?
Did you only not want to stare at the wall?
Did you want me to sit with you
So you could feel there was someone you knew?
Or was it only that you wanted to sit
One last time enclosed in glass
Before you went home and lit
Your room that was filled with gas?
Did you still have a name?
For shame, for shame, who is to blame.
Tell me, who is to blame?
Who is to blame ,
Who is to blame.