Through Here Quite Often

I come through here quite often And I think about you I come through here quite often And I wonder what you do A wrong turn at the corner I could say I got lost A confusion of memories Where two streets crossed The vision I remember Is eyes through the steam Coming off the coffee And rising off the cream And I don't even know you And I don't mean to stare But I know what you're thinking I can see that you dare to Care about people And look into their lives As you hand them a spoon As you polish the knives You reach out and touch one Every once in a while With off handed wisdom Or a lop-sided smile Now they say don't talk to strangers I say "why the hell not" If you don't talk to strangers Tell me what have you got? A world without wisdom A life without laughs A season of loneliness And friendships in half's Do you care about strangers And look into their lives Their sons and their daughters Their husbands and wives So I come here for coffee And I watch your face To see secret kindness And watch quiet grace --- Through Here Quite Often - Crosby & Nash and Graham Nash