Out there beyond the gates, We'll take our random routes Through time and space. How far, How long, we can't be sure. We'll have to say goodbye To more than this one day. Tomorrow, we rehearse, And quietly leave this place. Our years together.
Some men are more or less all right.
I'm content with the way things are going. Yes, he is the same as he usually is, Still eating and sleeping and snoring. I get on with my work. He gets on with his. I know this is all very boring.