1992 – Charlie Williams

i knew
it was a wicked old thing to do
when i walked away in 1992
i should say
it was a wicked old game to play
to be talking homes
when i’m never gonna stay

i know it looked bad
i know it made you sad
it wasn’t my finest hour
i could have seemed more courtly
if you’d shown scorn toward me

i rarely fought with you
but the rent was overdue in 92

you’re right
i could have put up more of a fight
when those tiger moths
were circling your light
if you’d known
there was apathy in these bones
you could have saved yourself
the money for the phone

i gave it my best
i was a man obsessed for a year or maybe less
but the air that cooled these jets
blew from those mounting debts

we chose a bed
it was in your head
the positioning on the floor
deposit paid
the future made
i stepped outside the door
i could hear the salesman talking
i just kept on walking

i rarely fought with you
but the rent was overdue in 92
the rent was overdue in 92