Life on track
To what it should be...

You should know how it feels
to be left this alone...

Oil smells
And all it dwells...

You lie there thinking what do we do?
Because no matter what my head says; my heart...

Left to stand and wait,
lack of care into a state...

A year gone by so fast,
proved our life is built to last...

Why should I sit and gloat,
Whilst you sit surrounded by your moat...

Lay me aside,
hold me tight...

Cloth felt skin,
held so close...

Give me all of your love,
and I will let you in...

Meeting on the country lane,
Doing you no favours there...

Life moves on
you forget where you were...