LYRIC FOR SALE

By Edward Kenny

I WATCHED YOU WATCHING HIS PERFORMANCE,
SO COMPLETELY UNAWARE,
BUT STILL YOUR BODY LANGUAGE TORMENTS,
YOU LET GO, BUT I’M STILL THERE.

AND WHEN AT LAST HE WAS ALL FINISHED,
YOU ASKED IF I KNEW HIS NAME,
I MUST ADMIT I FELT DIMINISHED,
I COULD SEE HE LIT A FLAME.

BUT WAS HE THAT MUCH BETTER LOOKING,
WITH HIS WINDSOR KNOT AND TAN?
IS THERE SOMETHING I'M OVERLOOKING?
AND IS HE THE BETTER MAN?

REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES I HELD YOU,
YOU WERE CRYING IN THE NIGHT,
BACK WHEN THE AX OF LOSS HAD FELLED YOU,
LIKE A TREE FALLS OUT OF SIGHT.

BACK THEN, WAS HE THE ONE TO SAVE YOU?
DID HE HEAL YOUR BROKEN WING?
WHEN YOU THINK OF THE THINGS I GAVE YOU,
DO I STILL MEAN ANYTHING?

I GUESS SOMETIMES THE GRASS IS GREENER,
HUMANS DO THE BEST THEY CAN,
HE’S JUST A PASSING INTERVENER,
BUT, IS HE THE BETTER MAN?

I KNOW YOU'D SAY THAT IT MEANS NOTHING,
I'M SUPPOSED TO BE SO TOUGH,
BUT STILL, IT'S AN INTERNAL CUFFING,
INSIDE OF ME IT GETS ROUGH.

AND I'LL ADMIT I SOMETIMES WONDER,
WHEN YOU ROLL AND TURN YOUR BACK,
WHAT IS THE THING THAT'S GONE ASUNDER?
AND WHAT HE HAS THAT I LACK?

I GUESS WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAK MOMENTS,
AND WE ALL FRY IN THE PAN,
I HAD TO ASK BEFORE IT FOMENTS,
IF HE IS THE BETTER MAN.