<< Old Friends >>
--- Everything But The Girl
Not for the first time I look back on all those years. Not for the last
time names will ring in my ears. When there was just a gang of us,
storming the town by train and bus. A moment of thought this heart sends
to old friends.
Not for the first time I look back on my first love. Unable to speak or
think or move, hand in glove. But what of it now and where is (s)he,
(s)he who once meant so much to me? Because we are not, I can't pretend,
now old friends.
I was told love should hold old friends. I was told love should hold old
friends. But when you leave you will close the door behind you - don't
we always? - and time won't make amends to old friends.
Standing here with my arm around you, life's moved on, and all its
borderlines are being redrawn. The winter has come, the roads are
white. Everyone's home late tonight. May we stay or will it depend, as
old friends? In the end, still old friends?