Checks her morning emails and confirmations
Drinking her coffee from her favourite cup
Noting down addresses and reservations
Escorting her downtown
She doesn't think that she can take it
Any more of this kind of life
She doesn't need to have to fake it
She's made enough to get by
Stops the car by the side of the road
She's running there she goes
Throws her suitcase into a ditch
Shouting out 'I don't want to be rich !'
Clare
Don't look back
He doesn't need the pressure and aggravations
Doesn't want to be just 'the man who does'
Crying as he closes the door behind him
The family home he owns
Then he sees someone running towards him
Like a vision from a soap opera!
Slowly, he staggers towards her
Throws his coat underneath his car
Her face right in front of his
They embrace and they hug and kiss
Blue eyes to his she sweetly smiles
A stranger that he's known all of his life