Lady, don't you tell me

That you're not afraid of love.

I have used that line myself.

It's kind of chic.

We are all afraid of love,

But more afraid of emptiness,

And so, once more

The weary little hamsters

Hit that weary little treadmill.

I kicked so hard I broke my heart

But the sucker never caught me.

I tried until I fell apart,

Went home with the guys that brought me.

We sat until the sun came up.

You held me while I cried,

As ten and twelve and one came up

And summer aged and died.

If I listen when you're crying on the phone,

Does that mean

      You gave your heart

            To me?

If you care while I'm going under,

     Does that mean

You are on

     My side?

Through shards of frozen time

I watched my childhood swiftly fleeing,

The day you turned away and let it by.

The things that we had done came up

And smashed against my pride,

As ten, and twelve, and one came up

And summer aged and died.

I'd lost so many fragments of myself

Pursuing others

That I had nothing left to keep inside.

It's been a lot of fun, but now

It's best we say "Good-bye",

For ten, and twelve, and one somehow

Have gone and passed us by.

Maybe someday, I'll find the heart

To give myself, and then,

I'll laugh with someone else and start

To live and love again.

Hamsters: Left, right, left, right,

At last we lay the past to rest,

And we're never really lonely,

Are we?