another person at the bar last night, a regular, was talking about how he couldn't get it out of his head that his wife who he met at 18, each other's first loves, had an affair once. but i examined my own life maybe it's a generational thing, everyone i've ever loved, loved someone else too. why get jealous; if you have something beautiful of course other people have wanted it, just be glad you have it.

nothing is for keeps... the times are a' changing, i'm nothing that i know, except this is us, this is love, this is where i sleep.