If everything i touched turned to gold,
Who'd be left here to have and to hold?
Until we're all swept away on tidal waves of broken glass
In a moment that will all too quickly pass.
But i don't need your money
Or to be the only one you'll ever love.
Just a picture and a postcard of where you are,
And a note that reads 'it's you i'm thinking of'.
So once around the roller-rink for safety's sake.
I know we're old friends but i'm tired of waiting.