It’s nice
when we’re alone;
I never knew
time and space,
until you left,
and now, nothing
makes me happier
than to be
with you.
Close
in silence;
we are
one,
far from everything,
and just
for a moment,
we learn
to breathe.
And we remember,
how time
is always
a moment too late,
and we’re always
too far
from one another –
it’s nice
when we’re alone.
Old man, old man
how did it get so bad
for you, for you
how did you get so blue?
So many days have past
since happier days.
What went wrong, old man
to bring you undone?
Old man, old man
I’ll give you a dollar –
for you, for you
I will give you two.
But what good will it do,
tomorrow I will see you
here again,
asking for another dollar or two.
Old man, old man
I wish there was more I could do,
but what use would it do
when hope hides from view.
No matter how bad things get
old man, I think of you
sitting out there, turning blue
asking for a dollar or two.
Another year
and we’re still here.
We had dreams
last year,
you and I –
we were miles away.
We were different people there,
living it up,
smiling – laughing – living,
yes, one of those
we envied,
disdained,
but ultimately admired.
We had a plan,
it was all drawn up,
signed off,
we shook on it,
looked into each others eyes,
it was full proof –
so what went wrong?
Another year
and we’re still here.
Living a dream,
we’d rather not live,
you and I –
we’re miles away.
Lewis Walddren 