KAREN LEANN

(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)

The message on the machine

says your train’s arriving 8:02

Could I come and see you back home?

I don’t see what I can do.

You are a friend of mine

and yes, a lover too.

We’ve been through so much you and I.

I hate to break the news.

I love you for the past,

like I said, I always will.

But your snuggling is smothering

and your kisses hold no thrill.

    Karen LeAnn, it’s over

    even though nothing’s been said.

    Karen LeAnn, I love you

    but my love for you is dead.

Later on, in bed with you

with the lights extinguished low,

you tell me how good you feel

and I wish it weren’t, although.

There’s no-one that I’m seeing

and nothing I desire

just dust and ash and the listlessness

of stirring a burned out fire

    Karen LeAnn, it’s over

    even though nothing’s been said.

    Karen LeAnn, I love you

    but my love for you is dead.

Sunday night, your train is leaving,

you turn to board, I turn to go.

Although we didn’t discuss us,

I feel sure that you must know.

                                                         Copyright 1990, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.