Embers of burned out nights still glow between us while old dust gathers 'round our feet years since I danced with you in that young ballroom tonight so pensive, philosophical that room seems a former life Back hurting, heart recluse it's a matter of indifference reincarnation, I think to a lesser karma Hospital visits replace bedroom visits expensive restaurants for sack lunches It's not that I've given up on love it's just another kind – less passionate, more soulish happy with someone who's done the miles opened his once-closed mind and might even, before its too late his heart too