The Best Thing

I was his foreigner

And he was mine

We ate on terraces

And drank the cheapest wine

And he believed in me

Down by the serpentine

How was I to know

It was the best thing

To come along for a long time

I turned the page

And saw three children with smiles

I looked to see

What I could make of the youngest child

And as she blew the candles out

She turned five

How was I to know

It was the best thing

To come along for a long time

What do the people at the end of the world do

About time? What about time?

Their secret sleeps with me