The Changing Lights

The Changing Lights - Stacey Kent (斯塔塞·肯特)

Written by：Jim Tomlinson/Kazuo Ishiguro

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

And we waved and parted beneath the changing lights