You say he feels it
  his face reveals it
  my sweet trepidation
  an eagerness of my own
  a shiver slips through my bones
  can you see cobblestone roads
  running through his stare
  he's so clandestine
  he's such a vision
  so tell me sister
  he sits here in this small dive
  there's something behind those eyes
  did you perceive the wilderness
  resting there so did i
  laughing he stalls me
  crazy he calls me
  he thinks me artless
  for not stocking berry wines
  from certain australian vines
  have mercy sister
  he's travelled 'round the world
  he's like a shadow
  there by the window
  but no man's an island
  no man's an artesian well
  he loves the cathedral bell
  it sings about him
  when he goes home at night so do i