Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so
Than some people get across, in a life of lying low
And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barley kissed,
but you don't see it at the time, and the moment that you've missed
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time
There's a photo of your gang, on the night she hung about,
and you're looking like a wag, you've got your fat tongue poking out
But she's no-where to be seen, you won't spot her anywhere
It was her who took the picture, you were looking straight at her
For a short time, she was standing there,
and you saw her, she saw you and you recall the colour of her hair
For a long time, you never thought of her,
Then you heard she was gone for good,
You might have cried then if you could,
Would have looked foolish if you did, somewhere
The tears are falling in your mind,
For a short time
Tell me how long is a short time, is it longer than two hours,
Or a bit less than a weekend Is it shorter than a year?
Is it the time it takes to not complete your business with a person,
With a friend you make in transit,
to a daughter held so dear