martha

operator, number please, it's been so many years, she'll remember my old voice while i fight the tears, it's been twenty years or more now, martha, please recall, and meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all, and those were days of roses, of poetry and prose, and, martha, all i had was you and all you had was me, there was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows, and we saved 'em for a rainy day, i feel so much older now, and you're much older too, how's the husband, and how's the kids, you know i got married, too, guess that our bein' together was never meant to be, but, martha, martha, i love you, can't you see, and those were days of roses, of poetry and prose, and, martha, all i had was you and all you had was me, there was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows, and we saved 'em for a rainy day, those were days of roses, of poetry and prose, and, martha, all i had was you and all you had was me, there was no tomorrow, we packed away all our sorrows, and we saved 'em for a rainy day