Lindsey at Seventy

My friend was telling me about his wife
she took the house up in the mountains
he got the house in the city
with the odd-shaped rooms and the lawn
nice place to sit and sit
and wonder what went wrong.

Why did it have to end this way?
Why did it have to end at all?
Surely there was something we
could have done to let it be
almost as good as the real thing.

My friend was a salesman most of his life
paper products and corregated boxes
after studying zoology
in the context of ecology
college was just a stepping stone
to sitting and wondering about being alone.

My friend is looking for the next phase
with a dog and a cat and a couple of hobbies
to help him reformulate
some old formula long gone
so he can socialize and even date
find a routine to fall back on.

Why did it have to end this way?
Why did it have to end at all?
Surely there was something we
could have done to let it be
almost as good as the real thing.

[verse]
Eb6 ///  //  Cm7 ///  F9 / Db9 /
Eb6 ///  //  F7 ///   ////   Db9 ///
G9 ///   Bb6 ///
Gb9 / F9 /  Bbm7 ///
F7 /  EbMa9 /  Gm7 ///  ////

[chorus]
F /  Am7 /   G6 ///
F /  C7  /     F ///
Bb6 /  Am7 /
Bb6 /  Am7 /
C ///  Bb6 /  G13 /  ///

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About mrsorenson

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