I’m rich in mates

& I’m rich in their good memories

And they are rich in mine too

I’m rich in rich tea-biscuits

I’m rich in good brews

& I’m rich in future views

Yet

I’m poor in your presence

And I see my past 

Through your eyes

Looking at me

When I’m me now 

In the present

And now I feel so low 

Like I’m only getting by

May still be poor

To you

So I walk away

Now I feel so high

And I feel so loved

And I look back

And it looks so black

And I know now 

there’s no point going back