You left me holding a pole
waiting for you and you never arrived
you told me
what is waiting for you
I was the memory
that you swore to me
already very night
I left the corner
to take I went to a canteen
I sat and asked the bartender
a drink and then the bottle
next to me a companion
How very sad he told me his grief
he also stayed in a corner
and the appointment was not her either
we talked
I told him his name address and
the house where he lives
a cigar asked me that man
bartender another glass serves me
no longer follow me crying
It is the same one that I was waiting for.
We talked
I told him your name
address and the house where he lives
a cigar asked me that man
bartender another glass serves me
no longer follow me crying
It is the same one that I was waiting for.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)