Would you like to say something before you leave?
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel?
We said goodbye before we said hello.
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all.
We met just six hours ago, the room was too loud.
From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year.
And I would like to know: how do you feel?
Not a single word was said, we lay still with our fears.
Occasionally, you showed a smile - but what was the need?
I felt the cold far too soon in a room of ninety-five.
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just to let me know: how do you feel?
Goodbye to you.
Childish bangles, too.
I've had enough for one day.
Richard "Rick" Wright, Summer '68