Its gotten late and now.. I want to be alone...

All of our friends are here... They all have gone home...

And here I sit on the front poarch.. Watching the Drunks stumble far into the night..

You gave me a heart attack, i did not see you there, I thought you had dissapeared so early away from here...

And this is the chance I never got, to make a move, but we just talk about, the people we have met in the last five years... and will we remember them in ten more...



I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past...

I've tried twice before... though like this, it just would not last...