Bicker and Rue - Ralph McTell

Old lovers held by a chain

Its links to the past hardly bearing the strain

Of the weakness to break it and start out again

They’re held by a chain

Old lovers, they bicker and rue

Bottled up secrets shared between two

Twisting the knife and turning the screw

Old lovers, they bicker and rue

Old lovers, they know where it hurts

Stirring the mud, dishing the dirt

Kicking the bruise and tugging the shirt

Old lovers, they know where it hurts

Old lovers pretend they don’t care

If she straightens his eyebrow he moves from the chair

But whilst she is sleeping he touches her hair

Oh, they pretend they don’t care

Old lovers, they’re living a sham

Take it or leave it, they don’t give a damn

Wake with a start at a car door’s slam

They do give a damn, give a damn

Old lovers have storm before calm

Mix comfort and fear like the twenty-third psalm

Walking the valley of death arm in arm

Old lovers have storm before calm

Old lovers, they won’t venture far

Freedom’s a draught from a door left ajar

Wrapped in her breathing he stares at the stars

Old lovers won’t go very far

Old lovers rejoice and they grieve

The warp and the weft both parts of the weave

The rough tweed jacket with a silk lined sleeve

Old lovers rejoice and they grieve

Old lovers, they bare it and grin

And the tide’s going out and they sigh and breathe in

The three-legged race that no one can win

They bare it and grin

Old lovers, they fuss and they fight

They scratch and they spit, warring into the night

Then they reach for each other, turn out the light

Old lovers, they fuss and they fight

Then they turn out the light