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letra de thanks for the adventure - ben mark smith

he’s strolling down the highstreet, in the middle of the spring
slowly glazing over, to the words the buskers sing
when -thud-, he suddenly falls into a clumsy passer by
whilst gathering up his paper, she seems to catch his eye
“well i’m sorry duck, that was my fault, should’ve looked where i was going”
was a pretty girl, with a pretty smile, so he decides to dip his toe in
can i buy you a coffee or a tea, to make up for our trip
they chatted for an hour or so, he pays and leaves a tip

4 months have passed, he’s in the car, about to meet her mum
thе dad left home when shе was 5, could say he was a bit of a bum
there’s sweat dripping from his brow & he’s shaking like a sh-ttin’ dog
but all was fine, she’s sweet & kind, with hair like northern fog
now driving home, she smiles his way, it seems he passed the test
they lock the door, put on a brew & start to get undressed
he likes to see himself as smooth, so pretends to untie a shoe
whilst bringing out and old diamond ring, but to him it seems brand new

now winter ties, and the summer won’t last
they’ll tell some lies, to cover their past
but all that’ll matter, is the sp-ce that they’re in
and that won’t change, ‘cause she means everything to him

he’s walking down the aisle, in the middle of the spring
slowly gazing over, to the smile his new wife brings
fumbling his vows, about love and other stuff
hers were more concise, she says “by the way, i’m up the duff”
now due to complications, a child wasn’t meant to be
he locks himself away, she sets a table up for 3
see a tricky path can be overcome, if your willing to find a way
they chatted for an hour or so, this time he didn’t have to pay
a few years have passed, they’re getting slow, but wiser with their age
he wrote a book of memories, to guide her through this stage
see time has took a tole upon the mind of his one love
he sings to her each night, the songs they’d dance to in the club
his face and name have disappeared, the cats went long ago
he finds it hard to cope with the fact it’s all about to go
but he won’t be stopped, he won’t lose hope, “why give up now!” he’d say
as he sits beside her bed, her brunette hair, has now turned grey

now winter ties and the summer won’t last
they’ll tell some lies, to cover their past
but all that’ll matter, is the sp-ce that they’re in
and that won’t change, ‘cause she means everything to him

he’s shuffling down the pavement, in the middle of the spring
grasping on to the lilies, that he promised he would bring
50 or so, friends she’d know, try holding back their tears
as he stood behind her coffin, grinning from ear to ear
when asked by their foster son “why dya seem so full of glee?”
he chuckled and said “ya see my son, i once took your mother for tea”
“those trips may be done, with her anyway, but the memories still remain”
“so i’ll sit here drinking whiskey … till the day we meet again.”

- ben mark smith

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