My soul is not up for commercial arrangement
If you try that on me there’ll be an estrangement
When you put a price on my heart and home
I bite and then walk alone
Because I feel so hard done by
You do not even try
To fit the pieces jigsaw close
Did I love you or a ghost?
Cause you are almost not here
Did I even hear you clear?
When you said we were a match
Then took your bag to not come back
As I waited on the stoop
Because Lord knows I believed in you
“Another time, my dear, my dear”
The break of day when you are here.