Matt Ralph/Music (Page 60)



A universal cry for the sadness of a shell blown child, For the silent gesture of an old man’s love, For a friend two years departed, And sometimes it’s sadness and sometimes it’s just because, The film is ending or I’m walking out the door, Or remembering you as we were before, But if I’m busy with life and I don’t have time, And the faces I’m seeing I see nine to five, Then I just keep on laughing and kidding and...