Across the bar the singer for the night looks at his audience and anounces he has somthing to say,
With an articulate smile he says hes a weary man of to much travel, and that he was afraid.
Still smiling he continues his story of a broken man while findeling with some form of a G,
At the end of his story he fights back tears, reaches for his beer, and says "This is a song for the only Girl that deserves my memory".

It was a the quietest of times upon those Saterday fields,
With nothing to ponder or fret, or even to feel.
She sighs a sigh that only a lover will ever know,
He smiles a smile, that only a sinner would show.
Traces of their innocence bounce on through the night,
Lightly
Happily
They lay in each others arms as if tomarrow was only an dream,
Never had anthing been as tender as this scene.

Ten years later The Broken Man does what he can,
To survive, lie, and does his best not to die.
Ten years later she sighs differently for known to see,
For her husband is home...
But she still never felt so alone...