Will they turn up, will they show,
I hope they will, but I never know.
My heart beats fast, as I journey on,
Hoping they'll be there, they won't be gone.
I pray they won't, won't leave me behind,
Trying to calm down, to calm my mind.
I turn up early, I wait for friends,
Asking where are they, but not hitting send.
It's not that I'm impatient, I'm scared you see,
Scared that they'll go, that they'll leave me.
I know I should trust, but I've never learnt,
Because I had trusted, old bridges burnt.
So I protect new bridges, for them I care,
I guard these bridges, I always prepare.
I don't take a chance, I try not to,
Won't let them break, I only have a few.
I varnish these bridges, I clean and protect,
Anticipating the bad, the bad I expect.
I wonder when, when I will trust,
That my friends won't leave, leave me in the dust.
I wonder when, I can rest and relax,
Calming down, not keeping track.
I wonder when, when the bridges will hold,
Hopefully before, I turn grey and old.
I wonder when, when I can write,
About my joy, not my fright...