In the hours of waste
Like a game
And I always thought it's too late to tell you
Polly knew but never said
There was so many ways to hide
To you
On that day
It was a different time and place
And I will be more than it takes
In the hours of waste
She was turning twenty eight
There were so many ways to hide
The very little time that she's had was easy
And I will be more than it takes
I never cried
You had in mind
How we used to sit on the fence and wait for her