That year, you smiled and made that joke…

Got locked inside, and that voice spoke…

That year, you changed, I almost broke…

And found that road of rum and coke…

And we look back at history.

And smile soft at the misery.

I survived. Not you and me.

Something broke, and now I see.

And it doesn’t matter anymore.

You took. I gave and found the door.

Do you ever smile and say what for?

Or walk the walk or talk and roar?

Time rolls on and has her say.

Your sight was short, mine far away.

The dreamers’ dream is not today.

We were young, and that’s ok.

That year, you smiled and made that joke.

You got locked inside, and that voice spoke.

That year you changed, I almost broke.

And rode the trail of rum and coke.