The Good Years

She’ll take her secrets to her grave
She has no memory of him she’d like to save
She’s had to live with the decisions that he made
Oh so many years
He’ll see her on the other side
She can’t wait to empty out the space he occupied
He’s not the only one that she’s been watching slowly die
Oh so many years
He never listened, she wouldn’t say
He said she has no ambition anyway
She never told him, he couldn’t see
If he didn’t know himself then how could she?
She can’t miss a man she never knew
She learned not to be afraid of the things that some will do
He lost it all on a night no one recalls
From the liquor and the drugs
She spread his ashes by the sea
She couldn’t think of any place he liked to be
She knows these things will come in threes and maybe fours
She could’ve asked him, he could’ve said
He haunted her before he was dead
He never wondered, neither did she
The good years were never meant to be
Never meant to be