SOME OTHER TIME (©Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)
A club in Oslo. July1984. Lifes lessons have to be constantly relearned.
Go on, dance with her. Cant you see she has her pride,
and deep down inside shes lonely tonight.
Shes even asked, but you just turned aside.
What makes you think you have the right
to forget that life is short and often sad,
and its not too much to ask
that you come down off your high horse and say,
“Yes, of course. Though I wont be staying long.”
Alright, shes not a queen,
and she may not seem to be all you might desire.
I suppose you think that youre too good
and dancing with her would in some way cramp your style.
Dont you remember how you have been lonely too?
The least you could do would be to give her a smile.
And its no good simply wishing she knew
that you are really not so bad, while you sit there
like an icon on a wall, and as distant as a star.
That isnt going to help her much,
when a better thing by far
would be simply to be kind.
You dont have to stay all night,
or hold her tight, or whisper in her ear;
but its surely high time that you learned
it doesnt hurt to be concerned once in every while.
You stand up and smile, you walk towards the door.
Shes not looking any more, shes taken out a cigarette.
Her lighters slow, and as you turn to go
you feel the stirrings of regret
that you failed to just relax, and to respond
like anyone would do.
Youve got a lot to learn, and youre slow at learning too.
Perhaps some other time.
But the moments gone. You missed your chance.
It may not come again some other time.