And when first you left
I stayed so sad I wouldn't
sleep
I know that love's a gift,
I thought yours was mine
And somethng that I could
keep
Now I realize that time is
not the only compromise
But a bird in the hand could
be an all night stand
Between a blazing fire and
a pocket of skies
So I hope I'm not the kind
To make you feel obliged
To go ticking through your
time
With a pained look in your
eyes
I covered the furniture, I
framed the photographs
Went out to dinner one more
time
Had myself a bottle of wine
and a couple of laughs
And just the other day
I got your letter in the mail
I'm happy for you, its been
so long
You've been wanting a cabin
and a backwoods trail
And I think that's great...me...
I seem to find myself in school
It's all Ok, I just want to
say
I'm so relieved we didn't
do it cruel
But ain't life a brook
Just when I get to feeling
like a polished stone
I give me along drawn look
It's kind of a drag to find
yourself alone
And sometimes I mind
Especially when I'm waiting
on your heart
But life don't clickety clack
down a straight line track
It comes together and it comes
apart.
Cause I know you're not the
kind
To make me feel obliged
To go ticking through my time
with a pained look
In my eyes
I sold the furniture, I put
away the photographs
Went out to dinner one more
time
Skipped the bottle of wine
Had a couple of laughs
And wasn't it fine....
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