I like it    I don't like it

Warm and soothing,

That's how I remember home.

Walking into arms

Through the back door.

Hearing voices I know well,

And long for.

Cold and boozy,

Our holiday in the Alps.

Sitting in the lobby,

Mostly smoking.

Choking on the woozy afternoon.

I'm reeling in the music

And I've only had a few.

And I'm afraid

By the way we grow old,

My darling.

Abrupt, too moody,

You making our party list.

I remember sulking

On the sofa.

For most of the winter

We were strangers.

Just one more

To ease the ache,

Before the night takes me.

When you stay asleep

On your side of the bed,

Don't look at me,

Don't look at you...

I'm reeling in the music

And I've only had a few.

And I'm afraid

By the way we grow old,

My darling.