Rosemary & Chives

The first thing you ever did was ask me to make the crusting for the pie
Out on the balcony I stood shooting the breeze and repotting chives

And I kept my distance

Over vodka and apple juice we solved international conflicts overnight
World’s greatest diplomat I was, telling drunken Turkish lies

Still I kept my distance

I can carry a simple tune but you’ve got younger, bigger dreams than I
I’m happy just to be, and maybe have the occasional insight

And to keep my distance

Last thing you ever did was throw your vodka into the chives
I don’t think they survived

And I kept my distance