Lady Day by Stewart Rod
North winds have made my face a little older,
and my back is bent Thru tryin' too hard.
My vest is torn, so I make no perfect picture
to place upon your white washed wall.
I'd like to stay but you have not asked me,
still I don't really expect you to.
Dusty boots would shame you now, Lady Day.
Are we really that far apart?
I wish the world could see you now, Lady Day,
laughing down at your oldest friend,
the one who shared just about all we have,
in a one sided love affair,
I get scared when I remember too much.
Wasted time, I suppose you could say that,
strange, it doesn't seem that way to me.
(but wait a minute) i don't even think you're listening,
just let me tell you how I really feel.
I've seen the inside of your heart, Lady Day,
when you wanted to be shown the way.
I loved you then as I love you now, girl.