How many times we went to bed at night br Not daring to think what might… br We let the barren years unwind br Put out of time, put out of mind br br Half a loaf, always wasted br Half a life, never tasted br Semi detached, but never homely br Always busy, always lonely br br Until we slid on the soft vows of love br And they fitted like, well, a glove br As we knew they would, hand in hand br To pass to each a wedding band br br At last at home and well respected br Now our lives can be inspected br Middle aged, with joys unlikely br The secret fires yet burning brightlybr br john coldwellbr br