It's a pleasant little kingdom,
full of pleasant little things,
full of scintillating dinners with neighboring kings.
There's a castle in the country for weekends of rest.
And we entertain at parties in the little time remaining.
And we're entertained by others.
And it's very entertaining.
An efficient little kingdom,
the dominion of the queen,
where at any given moment,
the ashtrays are clean.
There are many little battles,
which never are fought.
And if on occasion I think about you,
it's a pleasant little thought.
So I write another book.
And I head another drive.
And we take a trip we took.
And the dinner guests arrive.
And unless you really look,
you would think we were alive.
And God help me, Sally.
I've loved you all my life.
Too
many mornings,
waking and pretending I reach for you.
Thousands of mornings,
dreaming of my girl.
All that time wasted,
merely passing through.
Time I could have spent so content,
wasting time with you.
Too many mornings,
wishing that the room might be filled with you.
Turning to morning,
turning into days,
all the days that I thought would never end.
All the nights with another day to spend.
All those times I'd look up to see Sally standing at the door.
Sally moving to the bed.
Sally
resting in my arms.
With her head against my head.
Was it ever real?
Did I ever love you this much?
Did we ever feel so happy then?
It was always real.
And I always loved you this much.
We can't always feel
this happy.
Too many mornings,
wasted and pretending I reach for you.
How many mornings are there still to come?
How much time can we hope that there will be?
Not much time,
but it's time enough for me.
If there's time to look up and see
Sally standing at the door.
Sally moving to the bed.
Sally resting in my arms.
With her head against
my head.