Santa, Can’t You Hear Me

de Bruce Cockburn

Woman cry - chase man down street crying
"No Chuckie, no, please don't"
Another girl comes they run along
St. Andrew, turn south on Kensington
Meanwhile Chuckie beats it down the alley by the chicken packer's
By the time I reach the corner they've all vanished
Just a deaf kid talking like
Popeye to a large fleshy laughing man in a blue shirt
You pay your money and you take your chance
When you're dealing with love and romance
Down the alley past the fire escape a woman is talking on the telephone
Kitchen light spills out, laughter riding on it's beam
In the maze of moebius streets we're trying to amuse ourselves to death
Under the deep sky that's squatting so close over us tonight
You'd think it was trying to hatch us
The numb and confused
The battered and bruised
The counters of cost
And the star-crossed
You pay your money and you take your chance
When you're dealing with love and romance
Confused and solo in the spawning ground
I watch the confusion of friends all numb with love
Moving like stray dogs to the anthem of night-long conversations,
Of pulsing rhythms and random voltage voices
In spite of themselves, graceful as these raindrops creeping spermlike across the car window
Stay or leave, give or withold, hesitate or leap
Each step splashing sparks of red pain in every direction
And through it all, somehow, this willingness that asks no questions
You pay your money and you take your chance
When you're dealing with love and romance