Now look I've tried my best, but it's not gone well, I thought I'd fooled them but they can tell. Cus I'm the crying kind, I learnt it from the best, and hiding these things doesn't make you feel them less. At least I think that's what you'd say, probably in a better way, I can only guess these days, but I'd put good money on you saying pull yourself together. You're alive, at least for now, getting older by the hour, and it's a hard, hard time, but I can't come back, no you can't come back. You didn't like this stuff, you liked a simple song, and a good story well I'll tell you one. I knew a gentle man, he had broken heart, gave me a piece to keep when it wouldn't start. And isn't that just what they say, things just go around that way you live and you learn, if you're lucky you change, and what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, things are looking up. And I'm alive, at least for now, getting older by the hour, and yeah it's a hard, hard time, but you can't come back. And what do I want with another day, or a couple of years to watch your hair go grey, I know you wouldn't have liked that anyway. And nobody tells you at the time, the picture doesn't get nicer you just get more blind, and block out the view. It's still empty without you. Still it's all there for the taking. Saying goodbye it can take years sometimes.