There is something to be said
for the single life
I choose to make my bed - or not
nothing to tie me down
nothing to hold me to one spot
and if I should decide
to stay out till the morning comes
there’s no need to explain
or justify the things I’ve done
There’s much to recommend
a solitary path
so many people you can meet
in places near and far
in planes and trains and bars
down every alleyway and street
But do I miss you sometimes?
I suppose I do,
miss you
But still there’s something great
about the single life
so many lovers to explore
each one a different page
of shape and smile and age
looking for laughs and nothing more
But do I miss you sometimes
I think you know I do,
miss you
I make the best of things
here in the single life
Because there’s no sense looking back
its move ahead or die
what is the sense to cry?
no good has ever comes of that.
but do I miss you sometimes?
Oh, how much I do,
miss you
Copyright 2014, Rob Lytle. All rights reserved.