It's him. My lord.
How long has it been?
The years have been kind
And I don't even mind
That second chance
He's seen me
But he's not sure of who he sees
I bet that silly man's
forgotten
All the things I've held so dear
Day to day, year to year
The details that color all my memories
I remember good
love
Sensitive and sure,
not too wild and not too pure
It was good love, strong love
It seemed sturdier than most
It could sail or it could coast
Good love, strong love, deep love
But we would have been fine
Yes, we would have
been fine
Had we fought to the nail
When it started to fail
Started losing the shine
Oh, we would have been fine
Was it his fault or mine?
And there were good times
Sort of heaven sent
Things we did and the
hours spent
having good times, bad times
Days he'd close up like a clam,
days I didn't give a damn
Bad times, we've all had times
But we would have been fine
Oh, we would have
been fine
Given half of a chance
We'd have finished the dance
We'd have emptied the wine
Oh, we would
have been fine
Was it his fault, or mine?
He's coming over.
I wonder what the man will say.
Should I greet him with a smile?
Well, should I turn the other way?
It's funny.
I wonder why I wish
I'd done my hair.
Could it be? I don't think.
Yet it seems that I feel that I still,
after all these years, care.
Hello. I didn't see you
when you came in.
I'm fine, thank you.
How are you?
What was that?
Oh, you did?
And you have a young son.
Nine in January.
That's not so young, is it?
Oh, yes.
Oh, I'm sure we'll meet
one another soon again.
Yes, surely.
We would have been fine,
yes, we would have been
fine
Had I hidden my pride,
I'd be there at his side
I'd be wear ing that shine,
an d that boy nearly nine.
Oh, he would have been mine.
Thank you very much.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.