Whatever Happened to Us?
You sit in your chair,
On your side of the room.
The newspaper hides your face.
I sit in my chair,
On my side of the room.
Staring into space.
Another evening in usual style,
You hardly speak now,
and I seldom smile.
I sit here wondering,
all of the while.
Whatever happened to us?
I can't recall,
when love started to wane.
No major crisis, deception or pain.
Which makes it so very hard to explain.
Whatever happened to us.
We began as intelligent lovers,
We'd always mean what we say.
But maybe intelligent lovers,
All wind up this way.
Whatever happened to us.
Sometimes I long to reach out for your hand.
And ask what happened,
to all that we planned.
To simply tell you I don't understand.
Whatever happened to us.
