I think this is the house
Unless I am mistaken
Yes - there; those are the blinds
We’d close to prying eyes
I remember then
When you were young and happy
How you’d shyly look away
And drop your underwear

And things were different then
When girls were girls and men were men
And who and what and why and when
Was no-one’s news

When he was through and done
She’d stand against that window
Look down into the street
As he got back in his car
Tomorrow he’d be back
And she’d still be here waiting
Clutching at her skirts
And listening for the door

And things were different then
When girls were girls and men were men
And who and what and why and when
Was no-one’s news
Now he’s sat in a chair
And they have to mash his food up
And his eyes have clouded over
And he stains his underwear
She wonders what he feels
And she wonders when they touch him
If he remembers her
Like she remembers him