I met a friend in a bar last night
a girl from a far away past
We counted and worked out that it'd been more than seven years
since we saw eachother last
She looked so much older I have to say
She used to dress so lively and smart
And now her colours they were faded
and her hair was a mess
Her expression was tired and hard
I asked her what she had been up to since then
She hesitated a while
She drew a nervous breath and sighed
"Not much to be honest"
Through a shame-faced smile
We sat there all night side by side
The conversation was slow
A few times I got up and said
"Okay well ..."
But I could tell she didn't want me to go
At 3 in the morning she suddenly said
"The truth is I've done nothing at all
My mind's been much to busy
thinking of a man
waiting for him to call
He left me on the day that I turned 21
For years now I've been on my own
I'm scared that if I change or if I leave my house too long
I wont be there when he decides to come home"
I asked about the man and her eyes lit up
The taste of his name brought her right out of her shell
She said "it wasn't always easy, he's a complicated man,
but I know he loves me, and I know he meant well.
He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights
he asks if I'm alone in bed
And I tell him 'babe of course I am, I'm yours now and forever,
please don't hang up!' and then the line goes dead ..."
Wow, nice guy
I met a friend in a bar last night
A girl who lives in the past
I got up on my feet and I ran out
thinking "please don't let me catch the cruel decease she has"
