Sunglasses

Elvis Costello: Beyond Belief (early version)

In the crowd
She wore sunglasses
That day
Perhaps
To hide
Maybe
For
At times
Times cross
You count the wins
you count the
Lost
You cannot trust your eyes
So you turn
And catch the crow's feet
In the space
Overlooked by her plastic surgeon
Diminutive spot between the thumb
and pointer
Yet you don't want to speak
Of the subtle
Encroaching
Rush of time
To someone desperate
To return to a past
That may have never been
For her
An illusion, regardless of how real
Is still no more
Than an illusion
Perhaps that's why
She wore sunglasses
That day