Reunion 

©1970 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded 

I arrived at dusk 
The lights were on inside 
I waited at the door I used to walk in 
Before I changed sides 

She answers the bell 
She seems older than before 
I can tell she prepared to smile 
Then she opened the door 

There’s a smile in the face 
But it’s there too long 
The eyes stare off blankly at nothing 
And bring their thoughts along 

The other never help me 
I’m always the one 
The others never visit home 
And I always have to come 

Wonder why they called me 
Don’t know why I came 
I shouldn’t think these insane thoughts 
But I’m doing it again 

Wonder how I fit here 
There wouldn’t be friends of mine 
They’re another culture from the people I know 
And another time 

I sit down in a chair 
“I’ll have sugar and cream” 
my face laughs in the coffee 
and I hope I don’t scream 

I sound too funny 
With the words I say 
I sound like a lousy actor 
In a lousy play 

She goes in the kitchen 
Leaves him alone with me 
And now my head starts aching 
It was lonely enough with three 

He fills his pipe 
And he clutches his beer 
He waits for me to speak first, 
“It’s good to be here.” 

And he speaks intensely 
About stupid things 
But he used to be a master 
He used to be a king 

I hear her in there cooking 
Cooking all the food 
And he’s laughing very hard now 
As he changes moods 

We’re finally called to dinner 
And the table’s been set 
I notice my old baby glass 
She still thinks of me like that 

He discusses his job 
As I mentally curse 
I realize I’m overacting 
And it makes me feel worse 

The food is okay 
But my throat is dry 
My eyes start to swell 
And I don’t know why 

The dirty dishes go out 
And the cake is good 
It doesn’t taste like it used to 
I didn’t think it would 

The food is okay 
But my throat is dry 
My eyes start to swell 
And I don’t know why 

I go into the bathroom 
And I wash my face 
I’m tired and this whole evening 
Has been one endless race 

I come back to eat 
And I say I’m full 
We talk about sports and prices 
And how I don’t eat well 

Nights get late 
Parents say goodnight to their sons 
Each tries to sing the others to sleep 
But they’re singing different songs 

Wonder why they called me 
Don’t know why I came 
I hate them more each time I come 
But I know I’ll come again