Pure co-incidence,

That chance in forty thousand faces

Just took a glance

Of that face amongst the crowd

Not looking down

Caught in the bustle

Had to fight right through the hustle

And push right through

Just to spend

A quiet time with you.

Blue consequence

As I hear about, the distance between us

No recompense

Of this life I`ve learnt to know

Just a travelling showman

Look through the rain

As my wiper blades keep "to-and-fro-ing"

My journeys end I get `ma dues

I get to spend

A quiet time with you.

(Repeat Verse 1)