I'm the same man you met
Just with a little less fire
A Little less get up
But then a bit more quiet
Keep it inside or blame it on being tired
Sit with red wine and re-runs of the wire
I'm the man that you met
But, understanding it gets
A little deeper when dark thoughts get caught in the head
Man that you met
Just got holding fewer smiles
Spent on people I hadn't seen in a while
I'll Sleep a weekend away
I frequently stay just stuck inside my mind
Never see my face
Eat the blame cos I'm nothing like the man that you met
Run back time, I see you cry Juliette
Crying in bed
While deciding to end our little fairytale script that
We've written and read
Whitlam has left now the page is only holding what's dead...
But I'm still here, so please wait Juliette
I'd be running away
I'd be running away
Hop on a freight, my lone runaway train
I'd be needing a change
Needing a change
Can see that you're there but something subtle has changed
It's like the passion in your life is slowly slipping from frame
Missing the way you used to look at life and live for today
I don't blame you
I guess I have gone a miss
Live in my joggers just running after past bliss
The past kiss that lips lived are starting to slip
Can see you parting at the seams with our
Threading in bits
But darling please...
Please
I'm the man that you met
Just going through a moment like a tunnel of stress
You're still my Juliette
And during yours I'm doing my best
Dearly, forgive me for missing call it a moment of rest
I'm still here
Still here
Just stuck in slump
Your boy still lives he's just late in waking up...
She's married now
And, so am I
Both, very much happy. Very content
Well
As much as adulthood can make one so
Both of us, fluttering around the soft thoughts
Of having children soon
Starting a family
'Settling down' as her father would often say after
A glass of Boujoulais or a cigarette
I do find it funny though
How, years later
When we find ourselves in the same stuffy rooms
At these work events or reunions
All those distant yet
Faintly familar feelings return
The old butterflies. Re-awoken
And it's there i begin to fantasise
To day dream
And maybe those dreams will always will be
Maybe i'll always find the colour of another life in her eyes
As we so gently, ask
'how have you been?'
And, as per the script we'll both blink and smile,
Always in polite recognition of what we know to be true
That it could have been us, 'settling down'
It could have been us meeting every morning rather than
Once every blue moon in stuffy rooms
Still, we're very much happy. Very content
Well, as much as adulthood can make one so
