Bad Blood

He got on my bus
It was a warm day in December
I thought perhaps we’d met before
I couldn’t quite remember
He was a snappy dresser
As far as I could tell
Black was his favourite colour
But he wore it very well
All the cars on the overpass were standing still
And the sun rolled on the rooftops and the playing fields
And everyone was on their way and thinking they’re already there
And the trees were turning red along the shore
Bad blood between us
A mistake I must have made
Something I’d forgotten
Some kind of trust betrayed
We glided through the suburbs
Where the quiet people live
We stopped at every bus stop
And I wished each one was his
All the cars on the overpass were standing still
And the sun rolled on the rooftops and the playing fields
And everyone was on their way and thinking they’re already there
And the trees were turning red along the shore
And he followed me to my front door
When we got there he let us in
He seemed to have a key
We lay in bed like spoons in a drawer
You couldn’t tell which one of us was me
And every day I wished he’d go
But I was too polite to say so
And my life slipped its gears for a couple of years
Then one day he went away
Down a grey cul de sac
Walked off without a word
But I doubt that he’ll be back
And all the cars on the overpass are standing still
And the sun rolls on the rooftops and the playing fields
And everyone’s on their way and thinking they’re already there
And the trees are turning red along the shore
And nothing is the same any more
And the trees are turning red along the shore
And nothing is the same any more