I was forced to
Go back to Fred.
Phoned up...And
Said I opened
The door when
The car was moving.
After hospital I
Did feel a seclusion.
A feeling of being
On the outside looking in.
But my family and Fred,
Were a much better
Choice than a gang
Of lost boys and girls,
That many gravitated
To after that place.
They were even more
On the periphery.
Mine was more a feeling
And a state of mind,
Of feeling a bit left behind.
And people couple off,
That's how life is.
That's what growing
Up is about.
The hospital meant
I had to grow up faster
Than I should have
Had to, and my
Youth, thrown off course.
I would sail
A different ship.
I never lost hope
That where there's
A will there's a way.
And I don't regret
Being with Fred.
Thank fuk we never
Booked that holiday,
Was his parting words.
There was nothing
To look forward to,
The catalogue was
Just an idea.
What we both needed,
Was to meet new people.