I met a friend in a bar last night,
A girl from a far away past,
We counted and worked out that it's been more than 7 years,
Since we saw each other last.
She looked so much older, I have to say,
She used to dress so lovely and smart
And now her colors they were faited and her hair was a mess,
Her expression was tired and hard,
I asked her what she has been up to since then,
She hesitated a while,
She drew a nervous breath and sight: "not much to be honest",
Through a shamefaced smile.
We sad 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 has been much too busy,
Thinking of a man and 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 depth of my night,
He askes 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
"Wooow nice guy"
I met a friend in a bar last night,
A girl that lives in the past,
I got up on my feet, and i ran out, thinking
"please don't let me catch the cruel disease she has"