Single, solitude,
a river, a palm tree,
a beach, an ocean so blue,
a glorious place, to lay and sit,
as the waves they come and go,
and as I watch,
and the sun it shines down upon me, gloriously,
how magnificent is the sand, that I run through my hands,
and that I wonder at, as the waves they wash over my feet,
and I am happy to have nowhere to race to,
and to rush off and go,
because this pleasure here, it is all I want,
and the food and the drink that I have beside me,
how wonderful it looks and how tasty,
this lunch that I bought from the cafe across the sandy bay,
and how wonderful it is to live life so simply,
and to have such simplicity,
and my heart and my mind,
they are much better for it,
and this solitude and this tranquillity,
how it rouses my spirits,
and how much better my life is,
without too much complexity and frenetic activity,
that I am used to in the towns and the cities,
where there is work, lots of work,
but I am not happy there, but here I am happy,
happier than I have ever known,
and happier than I expected to be.
Still
Still, here I am with my umbrella,
checking my watch, waiting for you,
whilst holding a bunch of flowers,
and nervously shuffling on the spot,
nervously shuffling,
whilst waiting to meet you,
as the butterflies inside my stomach,
they flutter about rather alot,
and I feel uneasy and anxious,
but I wish I could stop,
I wish I could stop, but I cannot,
and time it slips away like a drip falls from a tap,
very slowly,
and I should be used to this, but I am not,
I am not sure that it will be any other way,
and today,
maybe you won't show,
maybe you have changed your mind,
and have already run away,
and maybe I will be here till midnight,
because I like you that much,
yes, I like you that much,
and despite your call even though you sound cheerful,
my anxiety is getting the better of me,
and the sky is glowering down at me threateningly,
and my stomach is rumbling,
and my hands aren't quite trembling,
but I could do with a stiff drink,
yet, I think,
I do not want to be drunk,
I do not want to be a rambling idiot,
who on the first date messes up,
no, I have no wish for that,
yet, you may never arrive,
but I mustn't think like that, no, I mustn't,
yet, you are not here, and time,
time it seems to have stopped,
and inside I am trying to be positive,
and I scan the crowds nervously,
and I say oh, God where is she,
but I do not have to wait long,
because there you are, running towards me,
with a smile on your face,
and with your arms outstretched,
and my heart, it skips a beat,
and how glad I am to see you,
how truly glad I am to see you,
but as usual, my butterflies inside my stomach do not stop.
Still
Still, here I am,
here I am with my umbrella,
checking my watch,
waiting for you,
whilst holding a bunch of flowers,
and nervously shuffling on the spot,
nervously shuffling,
whilst waiting to meet you,
as butterflies inside my stomach,
they flutter about rather alot,
and I feel uneasy and anxious,
but I wish I could stop,
I wish I could stop, but I cannot,
and time it slips away,
like a drip falls from a tap,
very slowly,
and I should be used to this,
but I am not,
I am not sure that it will be any other way,
and today, maybe you won't show,
maybe you have changed your mind,
and have already run away,
and maybe I will be here till midnight,
because I like you that much,
yes, I like you that much,
and despite your call,
even though you sound cheerful,
my anxiety is getting the better of me,
and the sky is glowering down at me,
threateningly,
and my stomach is rumbling,
and my hands aren't quite trembling,
but I could do with a stiff drink,
yet, I think, I do not want to be drunk,
a rambling idiot,
who on the first date messes up,
no, I have no wish for that,