I recall how it used to be
In my younger days
I
Hw come you're so understanding
When I tell you all my
Staring all alone
And your grace and style
Cut me to the
I read about how you're slow with the truth
Like any
I've got a good by-line, they all know my name
The
Just like a broken marriage, when two people just don't
Remember Belgium
And the Brussles Museum
where we piled on the front
They must have loved each other once
but that was many
Being wiry and thinking loudly
About the things sent to make