You left without turning back

You left without a word

And I knew what that made you

What consequentially had to be the case

Which is something

Which is quite something

That has nothing to do with me

For you showed yourself that day

To be drunk on every kind of let down

Wet and wasted with upset

That runs the world over

You’re the baby on the bench

So alone and so abandoned

That you’ll never think of a reason

Why you should ever say goodbye

You’re the baby on the bench

Lucky enough to be raised by the village

But bruised enough to think you’re only ever in the way