Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and Rose   Tattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long ago   Where you find them, sad to say, it's true God only knows   You linger late in cafes, look back on future days when your dreams were like miracles   Now you can only pray   For the laugh you heard last night   For the face that was there the week before   The tears you shed when she walked out the door   You know   She's been there before   You know she's walked out a thousand other doors   You've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed you   But you've lived the life and played the game, what more can people do   You wake in the early hours   Do you think you'll find her there   She packed her bags late one night   Skipped out without a care   Now you seize on certain gestures   Scraps of sentence overheard   But the memory that stays longest is how she left without a word   Oh the laugh you heard last night   The face you saw the week before   The tears you shed when she walked out that door   You know, she's been there before   You know she's walked out a thousand other doors   Pennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and Rose   For those who know which way the wind blows   Which way the river flows