Martha

Operator, number please, it’s been so many years
Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance, don’t worry about the cost
Because it’s been forty years or more, now Martha, please, recall
Meet me out for coffee, where we’ll talk about it all

Those were days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day

And I feel so much older now, and you’re much older too
How’s your husband? And how’s the kids? You know that I got married too
Lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure
Cause we were all so young and foolish, now we are mature

Those were days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day

And I was always so impulsive, I guess that I still am
And all that really mattered then was that I was a man
I guess that our being together was never meant to be
And Martha, Martha, I love you, can’t you see?

Those were days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day