PLEASURE TO BE HERE
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Susan Werner
Description: Guitar
"It was so strange," he said
"We were talking in the yard
Next she's crying widow's tears
By my hospital bed
Whole thing seized up somehow
Just like my father's heart
But I'm a walking miracle, the doctor said"
Arrow missed by a whisker
Bullet whistled past my ear
He says, "Let me tell you something
It's a pleasure to be here"
And Helen was driving home
Late on a Friday night
Here come two high-beam headlights
'Cross the centre line
Blue smoke and broken glass
Sirens and flashing lights
But both the drivers walked away
Drunk guys doing time
Now she wakes up in the morning
Helen smiles at the mirror
She says she laughs at the laugh lines
'Cos it's a pleasure to be here
A pleasure to be here
She says, "It's one thing to say it
But it's another thing to know
This is not the dress rehearsal
This is not the dress rehearsal
This is the show"
And Robert remembers how it was last spring
When he was thin as tissue paper
Writing out his will
Now he's running on the shore
Vital as a ruling king
Shining like a new skyscraper
From a little pill
He says, "Hey I may fade tomorrow
Or I may be in the clear"
He says, "But once you know the difference
It's a pleasure to be here"
Pleasure to be here
[September 1996]