Broken Doors

What about my children?
What about my wife?
What about the way to spend
The rest of my life?
What about the money?
That can’t be ignored.
I guess a man stops loving
The things he can’t afford

But deep deep down he doesn’t
He just makes some excuse
And wanders round just aimlessly
Seeking his lost youth.
Knowing really in his heart
What he’s looking for
Hoping to find some new thing
Behind each broken door

And then it happens
I see all
Nothing succeeds
Nothing at all
And in this failure
I might agree
To any bargain
You put to me

But deep deep down there’s reasons
I told them to you all
I wore myself out gradually
Ready for the fall
I ran in all directions
Anything would do
Wishing I had found myself
Instead of losing you

1985