Hilary, I am still breathing
Just in case you were feeling inclined
To think something about me
Hope it’s true
That I’m still on your mind
I guess the years piled between us
Were such that
Sometimes they seemed
To prop up those doubtful thoughts
I mean
Was it all just a dream?
And Hilary
My heart is still beating
Although I can’t say for sure
If age is some kind of disease
Well, you are the cure
And maybe you’re too young to realise
And it’s not something that we tend to confess
But, you see
No one gets through this life
Without making a mess
No one gets through this life
Without making a mess
Even if deep in our deepest of hearts
We know we did our best
Still, no one gets through this life
Without making a mess
No one gets through this life
Without making a mess
No one gets through this life
Without making a mess