I had an inkling this was going to end in tearsnAll the drinking - it just confirmed my fearsnI remember thinkingn“God, I hope someday you’ll see menEven brieflynIn a good light”nnSo I saw it comingnBut a month turned into twelvenBefore I thought of runningnCrying, “Darling, save yourself!”nBut I did nothing nHoping that you’d see menEven brieflynIn a good lightnnOh, I’ll admit a moment’s doubtnWhen the candle flickered outnYeah, but wait another yearnSeemed such a pale ideanAnd darling, it’s dark in herennGod, I hope someday you’ll see menEven brieflynIn a good lightnIn a good light…