Should ever I, of erring hand, let my heart's rudder turn
And in unfortunate direction send it's impulses to yearn
and not return

I haven't learnt to expect it
A smile at those of mine, then deep and lasting
caramel eyes at the girl across the room
and another brother's smile

Then, you, and only you, dependant I have learnt
can soothe the aching hole of loss and rejection
and of course, of being forgotten
so thank you paul simon for being there always
when all real men are not