Enough Rope/Convalescent
Convalescent
HOW shall I wail, that wasn’t meant for weeping?Love has run and left me, oh, what then?Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;What if I should meet Love, once again?
What if I met him, walking on the highway?Let him see how lightly I should care.He’d travel his way, I would follow my way;Hum a little song, and pass him there.
What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes,He should seek my doorstep, pale with need?There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes;Let him stop his noise, and let me read.
Oh, but I’m gay, that’s better off without him;Would he’d come and see me, laughing here.Lord! Don’t I know I’d have my arms about him,Crying to him, “Oh, come in, my dear!”