Black 'n white tv on a winters night?
Dad, what did you do in the war?
Now I stare at an empty stool
Paul doesn't drink here anymore.
"Chairs pulled close 'round a glowing coal fire",
"cushions jammed tight against the door".
I can't ask for a Jim Beam,
Paul doesn't drink here anymore.
As an only child Paul would recall
those yarns of blackouts and war.
Looking down my glass is empty,
He doesn't drink here anymore.
Today there are no expectations,
no echoing boneville roar.
Paul left before last orders
and behind him he closed the door.
Capability Red 2010.
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