Bert Jerred

So you've come back home
and your change of heart is showing;
I know you're not alone,
though it feels that way.

“So what-” went through your mind
when the cold wind closed your eyes.
When you cut that figure-eight,
did you think about the time
(or were you free)?

So you cut the line
and you christened your ship;
I know you're going to find
that misty street again.

I wonder what went through your mind
when the lions came out;
in the roar of your demise,
what did you think about?
Was it me?

It wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
It wasn't me.