Lyric Lydia


by Dean Friedman


Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains.
Well, hardly ever. And then jokingly she says¡­
Boy, it s been so long since I held you, I nearly gave you up for dead. I nearly gave you up for dead. I nearly gave you up for dead.

Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
then, I must be off again.

Lydia, you know I always talk about making conscious decisions, about running my own life. Well, maybe I m fooling myself. It s a role I like to play.
Because more often than not I m down here on the corner. I m sorry I woke you. Do you feel like some company? Babe, I need a place to stay.

Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
then, I must be off again.

I sleep with a woman who thinks I m a child. Well, maybe I am. No, that wouldn t surprise anyone. I suspect that much is true.
But, Lydia, if you only knew how much I love you. Did you know that I love you? It s the best that I can do.

Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning comes,
then, I must be off again.
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