Seasonal Hero

NARRATOR Right, this is erm my place, number 25 I've been here a good while Not as long as the wallpaper But longer than the curtains I live alone these days My Joy's, sadly no longer with us The vicar tells me she's gritting my path to heaven I told him that was unlikely I think she might leave that job for me eh? She was good like that my Joy Generous Don't get me wrong though, she had a temper She could boil water with a look I will miss her for her funny ways I will miss her for her turn of phrase I will miss her company on the slower days I will miss our sing alongs to Songs of Praise I will not miss her soap opera gossip About what he says and she says And they says about what she says But in all other ways I'll miss her I read that at her service If you only knew If you only knew I miss the sound of you calling I miss your voice on the phone Miss your out of time tapping, to the songs we both know I've your lipstick kissed cigarette, you left in the tray It's the last thing you kissed, I can't throw it away I miss missing you all day and hurrying home But now I find loneliness and being alone Two separate feelings, the first's how I feel It's the bowl that stays broken, the cut that won't heal As I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your gritterman I feel you beside me Your perfume the same Your head on my shoulder You whisper my name And so I continue in my old fashioned way To say the same things that I used to say I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your gritterman I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your man I'm still your gritterman