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 7 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 faited 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 a while,
she drew a nervous breath and sight: "not much to be honest",
through a shamefaced smile.

We sad 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 3 in the morning she suddenly said,
the truth is i've done nothing at all,
my mind has been much too busy,
thinking of a man and waiting for him to call,
he left me on the day that i turned 21,
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 depth of my night,
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

"Wooow 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"