Tina Dickow Friend In A Bar
I met a friend in a bar last night
A girl from a far away past
We counted and worked out that it’d been more than
seven years
Since we saw each other last
She looked so much older, I have to say
She used to dress so lively and smart
Now her colours they were faded and her hair was a mess
Her expression was tired and hard
I asked her what she had been up to since then
She hesitated a while
She drew a nervous breath and sighed ”Not much, to be
honest”
Through a shame-faced smile
We sat there all night
Side by side
The conversation was slow
A few times I got up and said ”Ok, well...”
But I could tell she didn’t want me to go
At 3 in the morning she suddenly said
”The truth is I’ve done nothing at all
My mind’s been much too busy thinking of a man
And waiting for him to call”
”He left me on the day that I turned 21
For years now I’ve been on my own
I’m scared that if I change or if I leave my house too
long
I won’t be there when he decides to come home”
I asked about the man and her eyes lit up
The taste of his name brought her right out of her
shell
She said ”It wasn’t always easy, he’s a complicated man
But I know he loves me and I know he meant well”
”He still calls now and then in the dead of my nights
He asks if I’m alone in bed
And I tell him ’Babe, of course I am, I’m yours now and
forever
Please don’t hang up!’ and then the line goes dead”
Wow, nice guy...
I met a friend in a bar last night
A girl that lives in the past
I got up on my feet and I ran out
Thinking ’Please, don’t let me catch the cruel disease
she has!’
