The Ups And Downs Of Lovers And Clowns
It’s just a lonely waiting game

The Ups And Downs Of Lovers And Clowns
The ups and downs of lovers and clowns,
One minute smiling the next wearing frowns,
Love is a circus we enter for free,
Never quite knowing what heartache we’ll see.
Morning comes round and I wait for your hi,
One little message and I’m touching the sky,
It might only say what you doing today,
But somehow them few words blow sadness away.
Dinner time comes and I’m waiting once more,
Listening out for that buzz I adore,
Maybe a silly one drops in between,
And suddenly life feels brighter again.
Afternoon nonsense and silly old chat,
Where have you been and what you doing and that,
Nothing important yet everything is,
Funny how love can survive upon this.
Then six o’clock comes and everything stops,
My smile disappears and suddenly drops,
Maybe he’s busy I tell myself so,
While secretly wishing that phone light would glow.
You told me don’t wait put yourself first,
Don’t build your whole life around love and its thirst,
But how could I tell you without sounding strange,
Waiting for you made an ordinary day change.
Then quarter past nine and it buzzes at last,
All of the sadness disappears bloody fast,
So what you doing comes up on my screen,
And suddenly life isn’t quite so mean.
Then bedtime arrives and I turn out the light,
Knowing there probably be nothing tonight,
I pull up the covers and try to pretend,
Tomorrow I’ll start it all over again.
My phone is on silent no noise in the room,
Just darkness around me surrounded by gloom,
Then there on the drawers comes that soft little hum,
My heart starts to flutter I know who it’s from.
Hey you still awake just saying goodnight,
I open my eyes and my whole world feels right,
Love you I whisper love you comes through,
And sleep disappears because I’m thinking of you.
Perhaps we were lovers perhaps we were clowns,
Living our lives through the ups and the downs,
But I’d take every tear and each foolish thing too,
For those last little messages that came from you.

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