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's 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 lovely and smart.

And now her colors they were faded and her hair was a mess,

Her expression was tired and hard.

I asked her what she has been up to since then.

She hesitated awhile.

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, "Okay well..."

But I could tell she didn't want me to go.

At three 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 twenty-one.

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 wont 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 askes 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!"