Peter Sinfield Can You Forgive A Fool
It's three a.m. you're still awake
You listen for her footsteps on the stair
You hear a car door slam
But there's no one there . . .
The ashtrays half-smoked cigarettes
Remind you of those words you now regret,
The answer to your pride
A stream of tears that trailed across her cheek
Those moments made of years
When she could hardly speak.
Until she said OK, no more, amen
I think I'd better go . . . .
Jealousy is a bitter brew
Its poison drives all reason out of you
How could she think that you were serious
And then too late, too late;
How quick the tree of love
Bears fruit of hate.
When she denied the lies you turned away
But that was yesterday.
And now you pray she'll come home again
You phoned up all her friends
To tell them how much you love her
And you pray she'll come home again
Or this nightmare will never end
Or this nightmare will never end.
Six a.m. and half asleep but wait
Is that a taxicab outside?
You throw the window wide
Oh Yes it's her . . .
You laugh, you cry, you run downstairs
Unlatch the door and she is standing there
You take her hand to see if she is real
And Oh that feeling when she says
"Hello it's me . . . ." And as the sunrise fills the
street
You hold her close against your heart and say
"I love you, can you forgive a fool?"
"Can you forgive a fool?"
"Can you forgive a fool?"