Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and RosenTattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long agonWhere you find them, sad to say, it's true God only knowsnYou linger late in cafes, look back on future days when your dreams were like miraclesnNow you can only praynFor the laugh you heard last nightnFor the face that was there the week beforenThe tears you shed when she walked out the doornYou knownShe's been there beforenYou know she's walked out a thousand other doorsnYou've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed younBut you've lived the life and played the game, what more can people donYou wake in the early hoursnDo you think you'll find her therenShe packed her bags late one nightnSkipped out without a carenNow you seize on certain gesturesnScraps of sentence overheardnBut the memory that stays longest is how she left without a wordnOh the laugh you heard last nightnThe face you saw the week beforenThe tears you shed when she walked out that doornYou know, she's been there beforenYou know she's walked out a thousand other doorsnPennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and RosenFor those who know which way the wind blowsnWhich way the river flows