Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts, people change...

Engraçado, Carol sempre gostou desta música. Ela costumava sempre cantar o refrão dela e eu nunca tinha me tocado a respeito dele. Mas algumas coisas estes dias me fizeram pensar que realmente o amor é algo raro, a vida é realmente esquisita, as coisas de certa forma não duram - a essência delas, ou seja, o que aprendemos com as nossas experiências acredito que sim - e as pessoas definitivamente mudam. Escutei tanto esta música estes dias. Mas, de repente, ouvindo-a agora, parece que a ficha caiu. Acho que tudo o que eu não havia entendido nela antes, entendo agora.

Old Friend
Ford - Cryer

Every time I've lost another lover
I call up my old friend
And I say let's get together
I'm under the weather
Another love has come to an end.

And he listens while I tell him my sad story
And wonders at my taste in men
And we ponder why I do it
And the pain of getting through it
And he laughs and says, "You'll do it again."

So we sit in a bar and talk 'till two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.

And I ask him if his life is ever lonely
And if he ever feels despair
And he says he's learned to love it
'Cause it's really all part of it
And it helps him feel the good times
When they're there.

Yes, we sit in a bar and talk 'till two
About life and love as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.

And we wonder if I'll live with any lovers
Or spend my life alone
And the bartender is dozin'
It's gettin' time for closin'
So we figure that I'll go it on my own.

But we'll meet the year we're sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other what we've been through.
How love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change

Love is rare, life is strange
Nothing lasts, people change.