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I met a friend in a bar last night, |
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A girl from a far away past. |
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We counted and worked out that it's been more than seven years |
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Since we saw each other last. |
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She looked so much older, I have to say. |
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She used to dress so lovely and smart. |
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And now her colors they were faded and her hair was a mess, |
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Her expression was tired and hard. |
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I asked her what she has been up to since then. |
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She hesitated awhile. |
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She drew a nervous breath and sighed, "Not much, to be honest." |
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Through a shame-faced smile. |
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We sat there all night, side by side. |
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The conversation was slow. |
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A few times I got up and said, "Okay well..." |
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But I could tell she didn't want me to go. |
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At three in the morning she suddenly said, |
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"The truth is I've done nothing at all. |
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My mind's been much too busy |
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Thinking of a man and waiting for him to call. |
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He left me on the day that I turned twenty-one. |
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For years now I've been on my own. |
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I'm scared that if I change or if I leave my house too long, |
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I wont be there when he decides to come home." |
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I asked about the man, and her eyes lit up. |
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The taste of his name brought her right out of her shell. |
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She said, "It wasn't always easy, he's a complicated man. |
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But I know he loves me, and I know he meant well. |
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He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights. |
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He askes if I'm alone in bed, |
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And I tell him 'Babe of course I am, I'm yours now and forever. |
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Please don't hang up!' |
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...... And then the line goes dead." |
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"Wow, nice guy..." |
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I met a friend in a bar last night, |
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A girl that lives in the past. |
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I got up on my feet, and I ran out, thinking, |
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"Please don't let me catch the cruel disease she has!" |
