A SIMPLE QUESTION (©Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)

This goes back to 1977, when I was living the barefoot life of the Lotus-eaters in Exmouth, a pleasant little sea-side town in south Devon.  


Tell me something woman.
Is it me, or is it you?
There has to be an answer.
Let me just explain,
because the other night
it happened once again.

There’s a woman I know,
and some time ago
I stayed with her before,
but it was late last night
when she came knocking on my door.
And though I hardly like to say,
I turned the girl away.

I never knew things could be so bad,
I told myself, “You must be mad.”
And though I hardly like to mention ‘love’ by name,
I can’t forget the good times,
I can’t forget the good times,
I just can’t forget the good times that we had.