Juliette

I'm the same man you met Just with a little less fire A Little less get up But then a bit more quiet Keep it inside or blame it on being tired Sit with red wine and re-runs of the wire I'm the man that you met But, understanding it gets A little deeper when dark thoughts get caught in the head Man that you met Just got holding fewer smiles Spent on people I hadn't seen in a while I'll Sleep a weekend away I frequently stay just stuck inside my mind Never see my face Eat the blame cos I'm nothing like the man that you met Run back time, I see you cry Juliette Crying in bed While deciding to end our little fairytale script that We've written and read Whitlam has left now the page is only holding what's dead... But I'm still here, so please wait Juliette I'd be running away I'd be running away Hop on a freight, my lone runaway train I'd be needing a change Needing a change Can see that you're there but something subtle has changed It's like the passion in your life is slowly slipping from frame Missing the way you used to look at life and live for today I don't blame you I guess I have gone a miss Live in my joggers just running after past bliss The past kiss that lips lived are starting to slip Can see you parting at the seams with our Threading in bits But darling please... Please I'm the man that you met Just going through a moment like a tunnel of stress You're still my Juliette And during yours I'm doing my best Dearly, forgive me for missing call it a moment of rest I'm still here Still here Just stuck in slump Your boy still lives he's just late in waking up... She's married now And, so am I Both, very much happy. Very content Well As much as adulthood can make one so Both of us, fluttering around the soft thoughts Of having children soon Starting a family 'Settling down' as her father would often say after A glass of Boujoulais or a cigarette I do find it funny though How, years later When we find ourselves in the same stuffy rooms At these work events or reunions All those distant yet Faintly familar feelings return The old butterflies. Re-awoken And it's there i begin to fantasise To day dream And maybe those dreams will always will be Maybe i'll always find the colour of another life in her eyes As we so gently, ask 'How have you been?' And, as per the script we'll both blink and smile, Always in polite recognition of what we know to be true That it could have been us, 'settling down' It could have been us meeting every morning rather than Once every blue moon in stuffy rooms Still, we're very much happy. Very content Well, as much as adulthood can make one so