There is no Love in a Call Centre

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound

Only when we walk through the park; the rain just starting and the cobwebs sparkling
The church steeple I form with your hand

There is no love in a call centre
Never clean
Never warm

The sky mixes light blue with cream as we watch two rainbows for some time
Then notice they have gone

There is no love in a call centre

Each day I slide my name In and Out, these are the days I saw
The four foot square carpeted floor, is that all I are?

There is no love in a call centre
No light
No home
We go to sleep with the comedy hour, Alex Riley burbles away
Old Harry’s Game we play
We try to keep the telescope steady and frame the surface of the moon, the booklet tells us how
But without a drink, we shook too much, and knew we must come down

There is no love in a call centre
Only time
Only days

Around a desk, we old guys
Try to remember something genuinely funny that happened years ago
To someone who doesn’t work here now
To convince the new folk that it’s okay, there are benefits in becoming us

But stagger back
With half arsed smiles
And recognize the same

Thought our lives would amount to more
Than dream fading, interest waning, how far can I push this,
Shame

There is no love in a call centre
Nothing warm
Nothing good

In the park at night, we watch fireworks burst like ink spills on the empty page
And do not feel the cold

I tell you that your cooking is the taste of home
You tell me you always feel safe when I am driving
And, given the chance, we would spend every second of every minute of every hour of every day, my house, the world, the universe, together

The only real plan we ever have
Is together

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound