Lucy and me

"The Ballad of Lucy Jordan"

ABBREVIATED & PERSONALISED: FOR ORIGINAL, SEE:

Colonel Carter's Cello

"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
in a white suburban town"

(been there, done that......many times...)

"And she lay there neath the covers
dreaming of a thousand lovers
til the world turned to orange
and the room went spinning round"

(and again...)

"At the age of 37
she realized she'd never ride
through Paris in a sports car...."

(I did........in a Cortina; aged 21)

"with the warm wind in her hair..."

(well, down to Ayrshire, in a sportscar, many times.......)

"So she let the phone keep ringing......"

(I always do, now; that's reality.......)

"as she sat there softly singing......."

(I often do, now)

'in her Daddy's easy chair...."

(mine never had one)

"Her husband he's off to work......."

(yes, used to be like that)

"and the kids are off to school....."

(never had any)

"and there were oh so many ways
for her to spend her days....."

(lost count...............)

"She could clean the house for hours....."

(yeah, right)

"or rearrange the flowers...."

(hate cut flowers)

"or run naked through the shady street
screaming all the way....."

(NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT.......)

"The evening sun touched gently on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan
on the rooftop where she climbed
when all the laughter grew too loud....."

(it does, it does, too frequently.......)

may the rest never happen........