I watch the bubbles rise
from the bottom of the glass
Wondering where they came from
And where they go
It reminds of a life
I've been thinking about
Where you Appear to disappear
You leave so soon
The glass is half full
As you are around
I sing a song and
Dance a jig
You seem to be home at last
But It's not quite so
Your bags aren't unpacked
You're passing through
Oh, all these days
Can never fill up my glass
To what i want
You're leaving on the next train
It's not delayed
My glass is now half empty
And warm
Till the next time
That you will call
It's a dream i wished
I'd never seen at all
Oh, all these days
Can never fill up my glass
To what i want
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