David Wylie

To love and lose, few things are worse
They were both each other’s first
Several years and she got hurt
A lesson that she should have learnt

So she moved away from home
Couldn’t cope with life alone
Spent her hours drunk and stoned
Such as life, it must go on

Pulling roots and letting die
All her life is full of sighs
Pulling roots and letting die
Lovers lost and love to find

She took a job in Toronto
Nowhere else that she could go
Five more years; nothing to show
All stars go out after they glow

She met a boy inside a bar
He kissed her on her every scar
But in the end he went too far
Now he’s just a fallen star

Pulling roots and letting die
All her life is full of sighs
Pulling roots and letting die
Lovers lost and love to find

Talked all night and she was hooked
Their words had seemed a little crooked
Many promises overlooked
She was snow — and he, chinook

Rebounded with another man
He promised that he had a plan
Asked her for her aging hand
No, she sighed, I just can’t 

Pulling roots and letting die
All her life is full of sighs
Pulling roots and letting die
Lovers lost and love to find

She sighed one day and gave love up
Her endless search an endless rut
The game had left her bruised and cut
Beat and battered — and for what?

Locking eyes in crowded rooms?
Burning through a stranger’s gloom?
Aglow at night under the moon?
Caught up in each other’s swoon?

Pulling roots and letting die
All her life is full of sighs
Pulling roots and letting die
Lovers lost and love to find

Sometimes stars, they don’t align
No brilliant pictures ever shine
Sometimes stars, they do align
Then constellations paint the sky