I met a friend in a bar last nightnA girl from a far away pastnWe counted and worked out that it'd been more than seven yearsnSince we saw each other lastnnShe looked so much older, I have to saynShe used to dress so lively and smartnNow her colours they were faded and her hair was a messnHer expression was tired and hardnnI asked her what she had been up to since thennShe hesitated a whilenShe drew a nervous breath and sighed Not much, to be honestnThrough a shame-faced smilennWe sat there all night, side by sidenThe conversation was slownA few times I got up and said OK, well...nBut I could tell she didn't want me to gonnAt 3 in the morning she suddenly saidnThe truth is I've done nothing at allnMy mind's been much too busy thinking of a mannAnd waiting for him to callnnHe left me on the day that I turned 21nFor years now I've been on my ownnI'm scared that if I change or if I leave my house too longnI won't be there when he decides to come homennI asked about the man and her eyes lit upnThe taste of his name brought her right out of her shellnShe said It wasn't always easy, he's a complicated mannBut I know he loves me and I know he meant wellnnHe still calls now and then in the dead of my nightsnHe asks if I'm alone in bednAnd I tell him 'Babe, of course I am, I'm yours now and forevernPlease don't hang up!' and then the line goes deadnnWow, nice guy...nnI met a friend in a bar last nightnA girl that lives in the pastnI got up on my feet and I ran outnThinking Please, don't let me catch the cruel disease she has!