Watching You Grow Old

In the heat of the night, feeling cold,
your face contorts, I'm watching you grow old.

Behind closed eyes, the years unfold,
for the rest of my life watching you grow old.

And day by day, night after night,
the shadow of your stare in the fading light.

Ordinary woman, ordinary man,
getting it on as best as they can.

We have a purpose, or so we're told
through ageing eyes, I'm watching you grow old.


Capability Red          aprox    1982