Conversations

An old friend came by here yesterday

I said I knew him well, I said I knew him well

And he talked to me over a cup of tea

And spoke of love and war, and spoke of love and war

But nothing is so fair, he said, while speaking to the floor

As the war within ourselves

An old lover came by here yesterday

I said I knew her well, I said I knew her well

And she touched me with her tenderness and said

I wish you'd never gone, I wish you'd never gone

But all your life is moving on, and we are not the same